Page 11 of Forbidden
“Ugh! Give it up. She don’t want your corny ass.”
Before either of us can say anything, the roar of motorcycle engines disturbs the peaceful morning. Peeking around Christopher, I watch the advance of at least a dozen bikes. Even from this distance, I know the rider in front is Gage. Damn, he looks sexy on that thing.
“That’s the Death Dealers, but I guess you already know,” Chrissy says quietly.
“I’ve only been here a week and I know more than I care to, Chrissy. Can’t say I like what I’ve heard, though.”
“They’re just a gang hiding behind the front of a motorcycle club,” Christopher says through gritted teeth.
He’s shooting a death stare in the direction the bikes are coming from. Guess there’s no love lost there. I have a better view of them now, and Gage makes some kind of hand signal. The others pass by him and he slows down.Oh, God. Please don’t come over here. Please, please, please.The moment he looks over his shoulder, I know he’s going to cross the street. Damn it.
“Oh, shit. I think he’s coming over here.”
My brain isn’t processing Chrissy’s words because I’m focused on Gage. He crosses over, parks at the curb, and removes his helmet. He jerks his head toward the twins in a half-assed attempt at a greeting and settles his gaze on me.
“Where you off to, Raven?”
I can feel the twins’ eyes burning a hole into me. This is not good.
“I know I told you to stay out of my business.”
He dismounts and saunters over, a smug smile on his lips. My heart skips just a tiny beat when I remember I was kissing those very lips last night, just a few measly hours ago.
“Can I get a minute?”
“A minute for what?”
“I just wanna talk.”
“About what?”
He glances toward the twins. I totally forgot they were there. I can’t even imagine what they must be thinking about this exchange. I sigh and offer an apologetic smile.
“Excuse me.”
He leads me far enough away so the twins can’t hear our conversation and faces me, his back to them.
“Why are you so hostile?”
“Why are you so nosy?” I shoot back.
I fold my arms under my breasts and give him the most defiant expression I can muster. He slowly drags his gaze down and it rests on my cleavage. He shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat before looking me in the eyes again.
“Just curious. No need to be defensive.”
“Well, that information is available on a need-to-know basis, andyoudon’t need to know.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby doll. I need to know everything about you.”
“Oh, really? I wonder why.”
He tilts his head to the side and narrows those baby-blues of his. Why does he have to be so frickin’ hot? His hair is all beautifully messy and he somehow makes a simple, white T-shirt, jeans, and leather cut look like they belong on a fashion runway. Even the chain dangling across his thigh and the black combat boots, though cliché, add to his overall appeal.
“Because of the way your body came alive from my kiss.”
Fuck.
“I’m not the only one. I hear you had quite a night.”
