Page 9 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Seven
Raze
As we left the warehouse,there were no signs of any of the Iron Lords. Rascal, Sketch, Kicks, and Hollywood all headed back to the clubhouse while Saint and I headed to Tink’s house where Minx and Rivet are staying.
I’ll admit, I’m looking forward to seeing her again. I hope I get a chance to talk to her with no one else around. I can’t shake this pull I have toward her so I’m just giving in and we’ll see where it leads.
We pull up to their house and see that Buster and the guys are still here. They better not plan on staying now that we’re here. They seem like good people, but I want Minx to myself. We walk up to the door and knock. A few seconds pass and I hear someone walk to the door. It opens and I find myself face to face with Tink.
“Don’t you know to ask who it is before opening the door?” I scold her. She rolls her eyes at me and opens the door further so we can come in.
“I have four Viking-sized men in my living room. I think we’re safe,” she sasses back and sits back down on the couch. At the same time she sits, all four of the guys stand up and start telling the women bye. That’s when I look around and notice Minx isn’t in here.
“She’s outside on the deck,” Shade tells me with a grin. He must have noticed me looking for her. Not sure what the grin is about though.
“Thanks, man,” I say to him and walk through the kitchen to the sliding door. Before I open it, I watch her. She’s leaned back in the chair, looking at the sky. I would think she’s sleeping if I hadn’t seen her tapping her foot. This girl and her little quirks do something to me. I open the door and step out. I’m instantly assaulted by her scent, and it’s intoxicating.
“Decided to stay a while longer, huh?” She laughs. I’m not sure who she thinks she was talking to but a wave of jealousy washes through me.
“Just got here, Kitty. Think I’ll stay a while,” I tell her and her body stiffens. She wasn’t expecting me. She turns around to look at me. The light from the kitchen catches her eyes causing her light grey irises to shine.
“Mind if I sit down?” I ask her and she nods. She turns back around and I sit down next to her. I look at her and she still seems a little tense. After a minute or two, she stands up and leans into the railing. I give her a confused look, forgetting that she can’t see me. Then I smirk. I must have some kind of effect on her like she has on me. If I get her talking, maybe I can get her to confess she’s attracted to me.
“So, how often do you race?” I ask, trying to get her to talk. She turns around to face me, leaning her back against the rail.
“I try to race every Friday night.” I have to fight from running my eyes down her body. The top of her tits are peeking out, and there’s a sliver of her stomach showing, just below her belly button. Her skin looks so soft. I would love to grab onto her thighs and pull her closer to me. I would . . .
“How often do you fight?” she asks me, tearing me away from my dirty thoughts.
“Every week. Sometimes every other week. Just depends on what’s going on with the club. You like watching the fights?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I saw the way her face lit up when I mentioned the fights after her race.
“It’s not bad,” she says trying to sound nonchalant. “They didn’t have fights like that in Arizona.”
That right there sounds like she missed being able to watch them. I smirk at her and stand up, moving to stand next to her. She takes in a sharp breath. I don’t think she expected me to get so close to her.
“Do I make you nervous?” I whisper in her ear. She shudders so subtly that I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t so close to her.
“Nope,” she responds popping the p. She looks me right in the eyes, “Not at all.”
I throw my head back laughing. She glares at me.
“What the hell is so funny?” That sassy attitude makes my cock throb.
“You’re not a very good liar,” I tell her with a smile. I lift my hand up and cup her cheek. She leans into my touch. I have no idea what I’m doing. I just needed to touch her, and her body is so responsive. I’m aching to have her under me— to taste her. I lean my face down to hers.
“Go get some sleep, Kitty. You’re going to the clubhouse in the morning,” I say against her lips. I move away and sit back down. Her face looks like she snapped back to reality. She gives me a look that I can’t quite read before she storms off into the house. I let out a heavy breath and relax into the chair. She may not have verbally said it, but her body gave her away. She’s just as attracted to me as I am to her. I hear the sliding door open again.
“You doin’ okay out here, brother?” Saint questions as he comes to stand in front of me.
“Yup, just getting some fresh air,” I respond. I prepare myself for him to start peppering me with questions.
“How into her are you? Don’t even think about making a move on her until you’ve thought about what could happen. She’s not a cut bunny. This club is her family as much as it’s ours but more so,” he says, practically lecturing me. These are things that have been on my mind all night. I give him an annoyed look. He gets this look on his face like he’s put pieces together.
“She’s the girl from the diner, isn’t she?” he asks me, already knowing the answer. He’s the only one I’ve told about that. Saint and I were prospects at the same time. Patched in together. Out of all the brothers, I’m closest to him. Close enough to share an apartment with the fucker. I don’t even respond to him and he keeps going.
“Your attitude tonight makes more sense now. I mean, you’re always an asshole, but you seemed a little possessive. From a distance even, and she didn’t even know!” he says, laughing. He’s amusing himself.
“You just don’t know when to shut up. Do you?” I ask him. He smiles like the fucking Cheshire cat. I shake my head at him. “What were the girls doing when you came out here?”
“Doing what girls do. Talking,” he tells me. “Now they’re probably talking about you.”
He grins again and I smack him upside the head.
