Page 12 of Her Feral Biker
Lake held me in strong, firm arms, braced against my counter, kissing me until my soft pants eased and I sank into his embrace. When he drew back, my eyes stayed closed, and my lips tingled with the echo of his last kiss.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight, princess. I'm gonna come back tonight, alright? My number is in your phone. Call me if you need me.”
“Yes,” I murmured. My eyes weighed a ton as I forced them open. “Promise you’ll come back?”
He laughed, low and deep. “I promise. I want you to do something for me.” He pulled a plain envelope out of his back pocket and pressed it to the counter beside my coffee. "There's a blank piece of paper inside. I want you to fill it out with the filthiest fantasy you have. One you’re afraid to try but want to all the same. Will you do that for me?”
My heart thumped traitorously. “What if what I want is to do something for you?” He’d kissed me, teased me and touched me, but I’d barely touched him in return. I wanted to dosomethingthat would make him feel like this wasn’t a one sided stalking relationship.
Lake squeezed my nape in a deep massage that drew a mewl from my lips. I closed my eyes, letting him do what he wanted.
His mouth ghosted over mine, then his lips were against my ear. “Your filthiest fantasy, princess. Pin it to the door. I’ll read it before I come to collect you tonight.”
My eyes snapped open. “Where are we going?”
But all I saw was Lake’s back, his jacket decorated with the Savage King’s insignia, as he walked out of my shop without looking back.
CHAPTER SIX
LAKE
My little princess had a filthy mind.
I cloned her phone in the shop while she was busy with her customers and checked her reading history. What? It’s not like she thought I was a nice, caring boyfriend. She knew exactly what sort of man she involved herself with the moment I walked into her shop. I warned her several times that I was possessive, controlling as fuck…
And she’s still not running in the opposite direction, or screaming.
Huh. Maybe that last part would happen sooner than I thought, if only in playtimes between us. The corner of my mouth turned up beneath my beard. I rubbed the unusual sensation away. My not-so-clean princess left me smiling more often than I ever expected. And that browser history? Not only did Annalise read dirtier romance than I ever thought I’d find on her phone, but she had a cute little watch list going that told me what I might find in that envelope pinned to her door later tonight.
Because it turned out that my girl had a fetish for all things leather and ropes and stolen moments in the dark from eyes that shouldn’t have been on her.
No wonder she didn’t run when I walked into her workplace after I watched her for weeks on end.
That stupid as fuck smile was still on my face as I turned into the Black Crown parking lot. Dust swirled around me as I pulled my helmet off.
“Pres called Church.” Nomad stood near the doors, his arms folded over his chest. “Hurry the fuck up, or you’re gonna get your ass handed to you.”
“Yeah. Right.” I lengthened my stride, following him through the bar.
Hands reached for me but I ignored the club girls who should have known better than to try to distract a member when we had a meeting. They’d be hell until I claimed Annalise publicly, and probably for a while after, but that was a different problem.
I walked through the hidden door at the back of the bar with Nomad. It shut behind us as I settled at the back with the other members to find the Pres already talking.
Shit. I hated being late for anything to do with the club, but then I hadn’t exactly been around recently, not with my head lost in Annalise. The thought of Prinze Kola bothering her really fucked with my headspace. That he’d been around when I wasn’t there, threatened her to the point she slept in her fucking shop, on the floor and felt like she couldn’t go home?
That asshole had his death date written all over him, he just didn’t know it yet. Anyone else with a grudge to bear would have to take a ticket and get in line.
“Meeting’s over. You’re on street duty with me again," one of the other members muttered in my ear.
I looked around to find most of the club up and moving. The VP and Pres stared in our direction.
“Yeah. Right. Thanks.” I didn’t say much else, needing to be out of the too-tight room.
Fuck, my head wasn’t where it should be. I stalked back through the bar, ignoring the calls of the girls who swooned for the rest of the club members they crawled on the moment they emerged from the meeting room.
The only thing that would clear my mind right now had two wheels and sat outside the bar. I started my bike, the grips cold under my palms.
Lie.
