Page 28 of Devil Inside: Green

“But you, god, Preppy…” He sucks in a breath. “You’ve been through such shit and I’ve yet to see any hard. You’ve got sass, you’re brave and strong, but not hard. When I get close, I feel like you’re really letting me in.”

“Maybe because I had a good life until I didn’t. We were never rich, but we had enough because we had each other.”

“No—see, that’s the thing. I’m not talking bad about Dela, but she just saw the glass half-empty all the time. Rae, her sister, had the same upbringing, but she never let it best her. That’s you, like Rae. Shit happens and you don’t let it win. You make plans, you fight back, but you also let a biker with a suspended license fuck you on the side of a rural road because you both want it, not because you think you’ll get something out of it.”

“Ididget something out of it.”

“I mean, aside from orgasms, smartass.”

I let out a breath and go for it. “Me, too.”

He squeezes my hand. “Babe.”

“I’m still yours, right?”

“Claiming you with the club.”

“Claiming me… with the club?”

“I haven’t let them know yet, but now, I’m claiming you officially.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re my old lady. It means I want you moving to Bentley because it’s hard to fuck my old lady when she lives three states away.”

“I’m your old lady?”

“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Danni, fucking pull over.”

I click on my blinker, easing off to the side of the road. From the look in his eyes, I pull in a breath, sucking on my bottom lip as he leans in, his hand moving up my neck, fluttering through my hair to capture my face. My heart stutters from the first press of his lips. I thought I’d felt his kisses before, but I feel this one everywhere. He’s claiming me with the club.I’mhisold lady. Me, a biker’s old lady. In my normal life, with my normal boyfriends in the past, the idea of ever being claimed by a biker seems laughable, yet here I am, hereweare.

Eventually, at the end of a very long car ride, we roll into Paris, where I drive us to one of the hotels. Sadly, not a Hilton. We get checked into a room. I’m so hungry, I could eat my foot.

“I’ll order pizza, you call your sister,” he orders and I’m all about complying right now. I can’t wait for Misty to meet Green—and I can’t wait to eat pizza.

I press my sister’s contact and wait for her to answer. “Danni?” she sort of shouts and I could cry hearing her voice.

“Guess where I am?”

“Where?”

“At the Hampton Suites—here, in Paris.”

She gasps. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. Can you get away? We’re getting pizza.”

“‘We’?”

“Just get here. I have a lot to fill you in on.”

“Leaving the house now.”

“Do you have to let your dad know?” I ask.

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