Page 29 of Unmasked Anarchy
So, I tell them everything.Literally.
We talk with ease, the conversation coming so effortlessly it feels as though I have known them for a lifetime.We’re only interrupted when Kael comes over with another biker by his side.The man standing next to him is gorgeous, and I have to wonder where they are plucking these bikers from.
This guy has a dark brown mass of hair tied atop his head with the underneath shaved.His face is shadowed by a dark beard, and he has the brownest eyes, like a warm chocolate.The slit through his eyebrow makes him look badass, but when he flashes me a smile, I can see he’s probably not as scary as he looks.
“Sable, this is Rogue.Rogue, Sable.”Kael waves a hand between us.“You can call him Zane, it’ll piss him off.”
Zane shoots a glare in Kael’s direction.
I smile.“Nice to meet you, Rogue.”
Kael shoots me a look, and I throw a grin back.
“Walk with me,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning over me in that way they do, making my skin prickle.
“She’s married, Kael, stop looking at her like that,” Mera scoffs, a smile behind her words.
“Know that.Mind your business, woman.”
She flips him the bird.
I laugh and stand, following Kael away from the fire.
“Let me guess, those girls got everything out of you in the span of an hour,” he murmurs as we walk.
“They’re like mini detectives.”I laugh.“But I like them.”
Kael grunts.“Yeah, sadly, I do too.”
I giggle.
Kael keeps his body close as we move farther away from the party.We don’t talk for a while, and the ground crunches under us.I want to break the silence, but I don’t want to break whatever is hanging between us either, delicate and crackling and almost alive.
“So,” he says finally, jerking his chin toward a battered picnic table under the eaves of the sheds.“Your old man goin’ to throw down when you don’t come home?”
We sit down at the bench.
I shrug and scoot closer to him, our knees touching, which sends a shot of something cold and electric up my thigh.He’s close enough I can smell him and feel the warmth from his body.
“Probably, but I don’t care.”
We go quiet again, but it’s not the awkward kind.
“You know he’ll probably kill me for talkin’ to you.”
He says it in a way that makes it seem like he’s completely unbothered by it.
“Or me,” I point out.
“Maybe we need to be the ones to shoot first,” he teases.
He leans his body in, just enough to push me off balance, making it look like a joke, but his hand steadies me at the waist and stays there.His thumb does a slow drag across the scar, right through my shirt.I suck in a breath, unable to pull away, to say anything, to even move.
I want to be smooth, to make a joke, but nothing comes out, so I just stare at him, daring him to let go.He doesn’t.Instead, he leans in so our lips nearly touch, and his breath ghosts over my skin, hot and completely unfair.
“Kael,” I whisper, almost begging him to stop and yet, at the same time, begging him to go on.
“Gotta taste you, darlin’.Just once.”
