Page 51 of Set the Moment
“And you know what?” I pause, waiting for her to respond and huff when she doesn’t.
“Fuck the rules and fuck number three on your list, Sienna. I want you to be mine. No one else touches you but me. You have me, no doubt about that.” My chest heaves from the speed at which my words tumble out of my mouth, but it's the truth. The only woman who I want and need is right in front of me, she always has been.
Sienna must get a bit of her confidence back after hearing what I said, because she clears her throat and lifts her chin defiantly. “You don’t run this show, Eros…it was my list.”
I tilt my head to the side, allowing the cocky smirk I’d been holding in to broadcast itself on full display. “And I’m orchestrating it, angel. You’re mine, simple.”
When I pull up to the girls’ apartment the next day, I feel relieved and nervous all at once. What I’m about to do is derailing Sienna’s schedule completely, and I don’t know if she’s ready for such a leap yet.
After I dropped her off last night, we talked more and made an agreement that although we’re keeping what we are behind closed doors, what’s going on between us will remain strictly monogamous.
She's a possessive woman, and I may or may not be a possessive man (I definitely am). It’s the only way that this will work.
It’s been fifteen minutes since I texted and told her that I’d be outside. Sienna had responded immediately that she was on her way down, but when I check my watch again, I chuckle.
For someone who’s always on time, she’s late today.
I’m reaching into my back pocket about to make a check-in call to her when a flash of pink rushes past me in a blur. I tilt my head as Sienna walks straight past me, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as she looks around.
Oh, she hasn’t noticed me…my phone ringing in my pocket only gives truth to my hypothesis as I answer the Bluetooth.
“Good morning, angel.”
“Where are you, psycho?” she deadpans, staring into the vast parking lot.
“On your left.” I grin, knowing my smile is hidden as I wiggle my fingers at her in a mock wave, leaning against the vehicle behind me.
Sienna’s gasp rings through both the speakers and my ears as she rushes over, her hands over her mouth.
“Jace,” she breathes my name like fresh air, “who’s bike is that?!”
“Get on, angel. We’ve got places to be.”
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Sienna
Whoeverintheworlddecided to make biker boys seem like they were hot and that being a “backpack” is even hotter—has a special place in hell with their name on it.
My body feels like gravity is working against me and my knees shake as I press them tightly against Jace’s thighs. My hands are wrapped so tightly around his waist that I may be cutting off my own circulation, and this man has the nerve tolaughas I bury myself deeper into his back.
“This isn’t freaking funny!” I shout as laughter rings throughout the speakers of my helmet.
When Jace had told me he’d pick me up for practice, this isn’t what I’d thought he meant, but I should’ve known consideringwhohe is. Leave it to Jace freaking Heart to show up outside of my place leaning against a dark green Ducati.
My body thrums with anxious energy as Jace speeds up, the sound of the bike's exhaust growing louder, my eyes burning from squeezing them so tightly.
I don’t wanna die.
I don’t wanna die.
I don’t want to fucking die!
When I left my apartment twenty minutes ago, becoming an organ donor wasn’t on my list for today!
“You’re going to kill me! I just know it. I know it. I know it!” I repeat, breathing heavily as I squeeze him tighter.
Jace chuckles softly as the bike slows down. He squeezes my hands that are clenched around his waist before landing a gloved palm on my clothed thigh, rubbing gentle circles on it.
