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“Ready,” I tell him as I turn back toward him.
As we leave my room, Fang places his hand on the small of my back. Something about the simple touch lights me on fire, despite the layers of fabric between us. He keeps it there all the way to his bike.
I can’t help but study him when he grabs his helmet and puts it on me. Out here in the sunlight, I realize something. His beard has a tinge of red to it despite the fact his hair is black. In fact, his hair is so black that it almost has a bluish tinge to it at times. It’s so unexpected, and I love it.
“Keep looking at me like that and see what happens,” he murmurs as he takes a step back.
I open my mouth to come up with a witty reply, but nothing comes out.
Speechless.
He’s somehow rendered me speechless.
Fang smirks as he gets onto his bike and holds out his hand. I place mine in his and get on the back of his bike. The V of my legs is pressed tight against his hips, leaving no room between us.
Just looking down, I can’t help but wonder what it would look like if I was in front of him instead of behind him.
“You ready?” he asks as he turns on his bike.
Thank God for the helmet covering my heated cheeks. I need to get laid or something. This is becoming ridiculous.
“Let’s go.”
While he drives, I relax into his body. When we come to the turn, I tap his stomach and point to where to go. The ride goes by way too fast, and before I know it, we are pulling up in front of the building.
He shuts his bike off and holds out his hand. Once again, he helps me off the bike. When Igo to take a step back to put space between us so he can get off, he grabs me by the hips, catching me off guard. With one hand on my hip, Fang reaches up and undoes the buckle on the helmet.
When I slip it off, I catch him watching me with heated eyes.
So close. All I would have to do is…
“I’ll see you later,” he says, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly as I hand over his helmet.
“Have a good day in class,” he murmurs.
I shoot him a quick smile and turn. As I walk away, I feel his eyes on me. I fight the urge to look over my shoulder at him one last time.
“Is that why you won’t give me a chance? You’re too busy giving it up to biker scum? I knew you were a whore, Cami, but I didn’t know it was like that,” Zak hisses.
Groaning, I tilt my head back.
Whatever level of horniness I was feeling from just being in Fang’s proximity dissipates.
Fang…
An idea takes hold, and I can’t help but smile.
“Better watch yourself, Zak. I don’t know if you noticed, but my man is a patched-in member of a club. If he hears you insult me, he will…” I run my thumb over my neck, insinuating that Fang would take him from living to six feet under in the blink of an eye.
“That guy is your boyfriend? Seriously?” He scoffs.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Trust me, he’s all man. There’s nothing boyish about him. Now stay the fuck away from me.”
I turn and walk away with a smile on my face. Yeah, a small part of me feels bad for lying and dragging Fang into another one of my messes. This one is harmless, though. Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Sitting at my desk, I stare at the computer screen blankly. I know I should be concentrating on other shit, but there’s only one thing on my mind. Or rather, one person.
