Page 15 of Untouchable

His head tilts in confusion. “Yeah, you did that last night too.” He steps closer to me, and I take a step back.

“Doesn’t really matter if I remember or not, does it? I still ended up coming home with you!”

“Katarina, keep your voice down.” My eyes widen at his demand as he moves toward me, all while my feet continue moving backward.

My voice becomes a screech. “Why? It’s not like everyone doesn’t already know that I’m here, right? They probably all already think that we slept together. Why wouldn’t you just take me home, Ace?!” He moves like a flash, spinning me to where my back is flush to his front, and his hand covers my mouth, pinning me to the wall in his room.

“I said, keep your voice down.” His lips are at my ear, and the way it makes me shiver down to my core has my mind in a frenzy. “If I’d done anything more than touch you like I did at that bar last night, you would still be able to feel me.” I’m mortified when a moan vibrates in my throat as my head falls back on his shoulder. His hand, that is still wrapped around my lips, travels down to my throat. I swallow against his palm as he presses his body harder into mine. “I brought you here because someone drugged you, Katarina. And if you were going to wake up in anyone’s bed with no memory of the night before, it was going to be mine.”

“Why?”

“Because I will never do to you what the person who spiked your drink intended to.” Fuck my heart for softening at his confession.

“If you’re claiming you’d never touch me without my permission, you’re kind of doing that now…aren’t you?” I feel my heart racing as I feel more pressure on my neck from his hand.

A deep chuckle vibrates from his chest against my back. “Then tell me to let you go.”

I roll my head to direct my lips closer to his ear, but instead they brush along his neck. “Let me go, Ace.” I watch his throat work as he swallows, and even though the look in his eyes is one of resistance, he releases me from his grip.

He walks over to his dresser and grabs my keys off it. “I parked your car out back.”

“Out back?” I frown.

“Contrary to what you may think, Katarina, I would rathernothave everyone here thinking I fucked you last night.” I’m nowhere near sober enough to be dealing with how alarmingly horny and confused I am right now—because ofAceof all people—who looks so tortured right now I wouldn’t be surprised if the next time I showed up at the club there was a“No girls allowed”sign hanging on the door. I bend over to slide my boots on, startled when I hear Ace inhale sharply.

“Ah, Carajo.” I stand up and turn around, seeing him pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. It’s then I realize that my entire ass was showing when I put my shoes on.Oops.“Put this on.” He hands me a black and gray plaid flannel, my eyes bouncing from it to his face. I want to fight him on it, simply to keep from agreeing with him right now, but to be honest, I’d rather not let whoever is out there see me in this dress. I take it and put it on, buttoning it up to just below my breasts, then hold my arms out for his approval. “I’ll walk you out.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I think I can find my way to my car just fine on my own.” I roll my eyes, going to grab the door handle, but Ace beats me to it.

“I wasn’t asking.”

We walk down the hallway together, and just before we make it to the doorway leading into the clubhouse, he throws his arm around my shoulder. I can’t even begin to decipher how it makes me feel, so when we’re outside and my car is in view, I shrughim off. He follows me all the way to my car until I’m inside and about to shut the door, then he stops me.

“Stay home today if you can manage it.”

Fury settles in my chest. “I’m sorry, at what point in my blacked-out state last night did I sign a contract saying you get to make all of my decisions for me now?”

He lets out an exasperated sigh. “Katarina.” I’d replay the way my name sounds falling off Ace’s lips a thousand times if ever given the opportunity.

The thing about Ace is, even though he barks orders at me, and seems to think he knows what I need better than I do lately, he’s still frustratingly beautiful.

“Fine.” I slam my door and pull out of the parking lot, fully prepared to relive everything that happened this morning until I can make sense of it all…if I ever can.

CHAPTER 10

Ace

“BINGO”

Seeing Katarina lying naked in my bed was not on my bingo card for this morning. I have no idea how the fuck I’m supposed to survive this day now, but between walking in to that, Striker coming to the clubhouse tonight to meet with Lenny, and everything that’s happened in the last twelve hours, my mind is shot. I pull up to the garage and see the bike from the other day still sitting on the lot, putting me in an even worse mood.

“Ghost!” I call, walking up to toss my helmet on my desk. When I turn around, he’s already standing behind me. “Why the fuck is that still here?”

He shrugs. “Guy never came to get it.” I sit down in my chair, hearing it squeak as I lean back to think this through. It’s not like we can return it to where Bodine picked it up from since it came off the fucking freeway, and if the guy isn’t a local we won’t be able to find an address to leave it at. I’m not dumping it on someone else to deal with without warning because I’m fucking better than that, which leaves me with no other option than to be stuck with it.

“Move it around back ‘til he comes to get it.” Ghost nods and does as I’ve asked.

Out of sight, out of mind. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself will happen. I’ve got enough shit to deal with right now and that bike doesn’t need to be one of them. I’m grateful when I see that the old Chevy is next on the list, desperate for something to distract me from the fact that my dick’s been hard since Katarina was pushed against the wall in my bedroom this morning. For the first time ever, I’m tempted to text the guys for a contact that can help relieve some of this unwanted tension. I spin my phone around in my hands, contemplating it, all while blonde hair, smooth skin, and floral shampoo conquer every corner of my mind.

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