Page 26 of Savage Lust

“Wanna go for a ride?”

And just like that, he sent me topsy-turvy all over again.

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Bringing Krystal and her friend home with me had been the biggest act of self-sabotage I’d executed in a year or more. Shaking Krystal would have been impossible if I’d followed through. I should thank Riley for the interruption.

Every notification from the camera drew my attention, even with Krystal and her friend trying their best to distract me.

Letting Riley walk away down those steps had been impossible.

Hell, even two chicks hadn’t stopped me from thinking of her. I’d been good before, but fuck…this was hard. There’d been women I desired that I didn’t fuck. I could stop thinking of them, bang someone else, and soothe the itch.

This was different.Shewas different. The look on her face when I’d asked her to go for a ride was unexpected and hit me like knuckles to the gut. Instantaneous excitement and pleasure. I knew the feeling well. But damn, when it came from her, it leftme half hard. Which was more than Krystal had managed with her mouth all over me.

And then there was Archer’s cut.

I laid it lovingly across my small kitchen table, folded to show his well-earned center patch. I had to fight back the emotion as I yanked a clean shirt out and jerked it over my head, then shouldered into my own.

“Never ride without it.”The ghost of Archer’s words the day he’d handed me my first cut echoed in the small apartment.“It’s more than leather, Prospect.”

I’d lived the life every day since and never questioned it. Not even when he’d had me ride with him to keep tabs on his kid.

She’d always been pretty, smart, everything I couldn’t have. I’d known it then, but attraction was easy to ignore from a distance.

Not when she was right in front of me.

I grabbed a Kings hoodie and jogged down the steps. She stood under the carport. I braced myself to see her. I moved with the stab of lust that rocketed from my chest to my crotch instead of having it stop me short.

This was Archer’s kid he’d fought so hard to protect, to shield from the world we lived in—the one he’d created. Here I was, pulling her further into it.

But would he have wanted me to shuffle her along, homeless and alone?

No.

She wore long sleeves, but when I held the hoodie to her, she smiled with relief. “All my cool weather stuff is in storage.” She pulled it over her head.

I bit my lip. She looked fuck-all delicious in something that I’d worn, that I knew smelled like me, with the Club’s insignia all over it.

I could march her up the stairs and not leave for a full ass week.

Instead, I behaved. Or as well as I could as I popped the lid onto her head, strapped it under her chin, and grabbed her a pair of safety glasses.

She looked at the clear plastic glasses like I’d given her a handful of worms.

“More bugs at night, sweetheart. Attracted to the light. I’d keep your mouth shut, too.”

Or not. The thought of that sent a rush of blood to my balls.

Her smile was amused and warm. The sort of thing that should put a man at ease. Instead, it felt so intimate that it twisted my gut around.

I climbed on first and watched over my shoulder as she got on. “My bike is a different animal from Archer’s. You need to hang on tight…” I gestured around my waist as I explained. “…especially when I get on it, or you’ll come off.”

Not that I’d ever thrown anyone off my bike. Maybe I just wanted her close.

She eyed me dubiously and scooted closer as I fired it up. Her body was warm, her touch tentative as she wrapped her arms around my middle.

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