Page 22 of Shamrocked
Warwick pressed against my back, his arms coming around me to grip the handlebars. “How about me instead?”
I leaned back against him and scooted my butt back so I could feel his erection hard against me. “Yeah. That’ll do just fine. How do we start this thing?”
He stretched out a finger and a pop of green energy surged from his fingertip like a lightning bolt. Energy spun down into the motor and it roared to life, rattling and shaking beneath me.
Oh. Sweet. Heaven.
That was fucking fantastic.
He laughed against my ear. “Now you know why I changed my mind. I want to behere,” he ground against my buttocks, “rather than drive from afar.”
“Oh yeah.”
He revved the engine, making the glass rattle in the windows with the deep throaty roar. Unless they had the music cranked again, someone inside should hear the distinctive rumble of the motorcycle. Hopefully Aidan would recognize the sound of his own bike.
“He will,” Warwick promised. “Plus, he should feel you close. If nothing else, he’ll be twitchy, impatient, and unable to concentrate.” He tipped the bike upright, still revving the engine so loudly he didn’t try to talk in my ear.:I’ll disappear when he makes an appearance. Make sure you entice him to follow. I’ll keep you safe, though. Don’t worry about trying to drive. Just hold on.:
“Hey! What the fuck are you doing?”
Show time. I looked over my shoulder as Aidan came charging out of the tattoo place, a fierce scowl on his face. I blew him a kiss and then turned around, leaning low over the handlebars. I couldn’t see Warwick any longer, but he was still a heavy, if invisible, weight against my back. My hands moved, giving it gas, and my thigh shifted, like I was tapping a pedal. I relaxed into it, not fighting his control. The tires squealed on the pavement, the smell of engine and gas and rubber filling my nose as we tore across the parking lot. We shot across the road, leaning hard side to side as he guided us through traffic.
The bike rumbled between my knees, stirring my lust ever higher. Fucking hell. I’d never been so turned on, and here I had two guys interested… and nothing I could do about it, until I found Doran and freed him from the curse.
:They’re coming,:Warwick whispered in my head.
Yeah, I could hear the roar of motorcycles behind us. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I felt a tug, an awareness. The treasures were in hot pursuit. Exactly as we hoped.
* * *
We left the motorcycle parked out in front of the warehouse. Vivi had argued with me for hours, but I’d finally convinced her to stay home. I didn’t need her to get in the middle of this, especially if Aidan was nasty. I had to protect him from her wrath—until I got through to him. Because if she saw him being mean to me, she might never forgive him, even if I did.
I’d gone back and forth in my head about whether Warwick should be present or not. He didn’t demand to stay, though his eyes had narrowed and his lips flattened out in a displeased slant when I first mentioned it. I felt kind of bad, but I decided to let him stay, so I could use his presence to keep Aidan on edge.
:Use me,:he purred in my head.:I love it. You can ride me like that motorcycle anytime.:
Great. As the three surviving treasures stomped into the warehouse, my cheeks blazed fire-engine red.
Aidan strode straight toward me and belligerently bent down to shove his face close to mine. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
His game was obvious. He thought to scare me. Drive me away. But even though he was furious, the air vibrated between us, singing with joy as his proximity. He didn’t scare me. In fact, I’d never felt more energized and powerful. He was magnificent in his fury. His eyes blazed, his jaws clenching, the muscles twitching in his cheek.
I grinned and batted my eyes, watching his face flash. “I’m kidnapping you.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Keane and Ivarr stood behind him trying not to grin.
“Doran told me to shoot you, but I didn’t have a gun. So I improvised.”
Aidan turned that fierce look on Warwick, who lounged like a negligent, bored lord of the manor in the office chair off to the side. Which, of course, he’d positioned in front of the makeshift bed.
“What’s the leprechaun got to do with it?”
I still didn’t completely understand the dynamics between the four friends, but I had the strongest connection with Doran. There was a reason he’d been the one imprisoned away from the other three. He was their leader, their rock, the one who kept them together. His only concern about Warwick was that he’d hurt me, but he’d proven he was willing to do whatever he needed to help me. To stay with me. Even if that meant sharing my attention with Doran, and ultimately, the other three treasures.
So if Doran was okay with it…
I sauntered over to Warwick, dropped down into his lap, and looped my arm around his neck. “He’s mine, too.” The strangled look on Aidan’s face almost made me laugh. Gently, I added, “I’ve come to an understanding with Doran. I hope I can come to that same understanding with you.”
