Page 13 of Untouchable

“I did. Though you didn’t leave a way for us to get in touch with you, so we’ve just been waiting for your…reappearance.” The smirk on his face is unsettling to say the least.

“Well, why don’t you tell him I’ll swing by soon enough? I got a hot little blonde in my sights tonight, I think might keep me a little busy.” He uses the hand on the arm slung around my shoulder to point directly at my little reaper. Thinking faster than I ever have before, I let out a chuckle and remove his arm from my shoulder.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to break your hand if you touch my old lady with it, Striker.” He looks at me in disbelief and, if I’m not mistaken, a little bit of anger. I don’t let him get another word out before walking away from him, and towards Katarina.

My eyes never leave her as everything around me fades to slow motion. I’m about to do something completely out of character, and I pray she doesn’t get the mind to fight me on it. I almost pause when I see the bandana I gave her at the mall tied in her hair. She’s talking with her friend—Tabitha, I think—when I approach them, wrapping my arms around her from behind. Tabitha’s eyes pop, and I hear Katarina gasp. Feeling her try to pull away, I tighten my grip on her and bring my lips to her ear.

“Play along, Little Reaper. You can’t fight your way out of this one.”

“Ace?” she breathes, turning in my grip to face me. “What are you talking about? Fight my way out of what?” I bring my lips down to her ear so close, not even Tabitha, in her close proximity, can hear me.

“I’m about to touch you like you’remine. Don’t you dare pull away.” I kiss her right below her ear as my free hand comes up to grab her neck, and I feel her shiver in my grip. Then I do something I’ve avoided for far too long. I look deeply into her scythe eyes, feeling them pierce my very soul, burning me from the inside out with the fire dancing behind them. I lean in again, letting my hands trail down her body, palming her ass as my fingers itch to dive beneath the leather hem of her dress.

“You’re doing so well. Now, give me a little smile.”

She scoffs weakly. “Keep dreaming, Hernández.” A dark chuckle escapes me as I wrap my hands around her waist, biting her ear and gently blowing on it, expecting at least a small giggle or a smile.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck.” I barely hear Tabitha over my own blood thumping in my ears when I see Katarina’s eyes closed with her pretty red lips parted. I let my eyes rake over her body, admiring her sun-kissed skin poured into this red dress, her peaked nipples pressed tight against the fabric, making me want to rip itoff her. I run my hand through her ponytail, my fingers rubbing against the fabric of my old bandana as her eyes open again and land on mine.

“You look good tonight, Little Reaper.”That, of all things, draws a laugh from her. It’s a nervous laugh that causes her cheeks to turn a similar shade as her dress, and I’m intrigued as to why she finds that funny. She takes a few large pulls from her straw, almost emptying her glass before she lets out one last laugh.

“Okay. Sure. We’re gonna go drink some more now.” She backs up, bumping into Tabitha, fumbling for her hand before trying to walk around me. I grab her arm to stop her, taking her jaw in my hand to turn her face towards mine again. Her eyes are bloodshot and her expression lazy.

“How much has she had to drink tonight?” I look at Tabitha, who seems to have her faculties much more under control.

“We got one drink when we got here, she sipped on some water, then ordered that. Why?”

Fuck.

I look around the room, seeing a familiar face watching our every move from a dark corner of the bar. Striker winks at me, tipping his beer bottle my direction.

FUCK.

I whistle for Bodine and Mikey, and they’re at the bar with us in seconds.

“We’re leaving,” I tell them before walking hand and hand with Katarina out onto the sidewalk. Tabitha rambles the entire way until we stop by our bikes. When I turn around, I see both Mikey’s and Bodine’s eyes honed in on where my hand is wrapped around Kats.

“Take her friend home, Kat’s going home with me.” They both pause and look at each other questioningly. “¿Acaso tartamudeé?”

“I failed Spanish, yelling at me in it isn’t going to help,” Bodine mumbles, and I curse him silently.

“Go.”

“I’m not going with you.” Tabitha looks at Mikey and Bodine before turning her attention back to me. “And I’m not lettingyoutake my half-drunk best friendanywhere. That’s like girl code rule number one. No matter how hot you are,” Tabitha argues, folding her arms over her chest. My voice is low as I lean closer to her.

“She’s well past half drunk, and unless she has an absolute shit tolerance for alcohol, which I doubt since I’ve seen how she can drink at the clubhouse, I am almost positive someone spiked her drink.”

The fear on her face is immediate, causing her previous resistance to vanish. “What?! Is she going to be okay?” Tabitha is freaking out, but I’m grateful that she’s at least doing it in a whisper.

“I’ll make sure she is.” She nods her head and goes with Bodine, while I walk Kat to the back of my bike.

“Katarina, look at me.” Her eyes settle on mine, and she looks even more impaired than before. I put my helmet on her head, fastening it under her chin.

“Am I driving?” Her mouth moves more than is necessary when she speaks.

“Rain check. I’m notthatready to leave the world.” She frowns and goes to grab my face with both hands, though I stop her before she can and redirect her towards my bike. She wiggles a few times to situate herself, wrapping her arms around my waist and planting her chin—rather painfully—on my shoulder.

“Ugh. I should have worn panties.” I look up to the sky and ask whoever is up there why I had to be raised with such outstanding morals. I grind my teeth so hard I’m sure they’ll have to pry them apart when we get back to the clubhouse. If sheso much as bent over in that dress her whole ass would be out. Now her bare cunt is straddled over my bike, sliding closer to me with every stop we make. I’m going to have to burn this seat, along with every memory of her from tonight, to ever be able to function normally again.

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