Page 90 of What Is Love
“I want you to roll over and swing your legs over the edge,” Wyatt said.
I did as he said. He put his hands under my arms and helped lower me. Before I could feel like I was going to fall, hands touched my thighs, then slid up to my ass, which was out for the world to see because my dress had ridden up.
“I got her,” Reid said, and Wyatt let me go.
I fell and Reid caught me with his arms wrapped around my hips. He adjusted his hold by hitching me upward. I yelped, threw my arms around his neck, and buried my face there. The fear of falling and jolting around made me dizzy. Yeah. I clung to him because I was dizzy. Not at all because he smelled divine. Like leather and bergamot, similar to Roe. I wonderedif the leather smell came from all the time they spent on their motorcycles.
“Watch out,” Wyatt said.
Reid took a couple steps back while holding me. I heard a thud.
“You good?” Reid asked.
“Yup,” Wyatt responded. “Hey, Lottie, not complaining, but you’re showing the world that beautiful ass.”
I released my tight hold of Reid’s neck. He set me on my feet gently and I pulled my dress back down over my hips. As I straightened, I noticed they were both staring. When neither of them blinked for a while, I said, “You’re staring.”
That seemed to break their trance.
“It’s hard not to,” Wyatt said. “No wonder Roe was so pissed watching you walk away to that shithead, looking like that.”
Reid looked around on the ground and scooped up the bottle Wyatt had given him. He gave it back to Wyatt. “We should go.”
We snuck down Brandon’s driveway and down the street until we found Wyatt’s car and Reid’s motorcycle.
“You good to drive?” Reid asked Wyatt.
Wyatt nodded as he unlocked his car door. “Yeah. Where we going?”
“My place,” Reid said as he climbed onto his motorcycle.
Wyatt looked surprised by that, but got in the car and reached across to open the passenger door to let me in.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Reid livedin an old factory building that had been converted into lofts. It was also down the street from the Haven’s Rebels’ private compound where they held gatherings and events. Wyatt had pointed it out as we’d driven by it.
By the time we were walking up the metal stairs that led to Reid’s loft, I was drunk. I almost lost my footing halfway.
Wyatt had to put an arm around me. “Whoa, there.”
Because I was a few steps up from him, it was easy to put my arms around his neck. “Carry me?”
Without strain, he scooped me up bridal-style and carried me the rest of the way.
The inside of Reid’s loft was one giant room. Just as we walked in, we were in the kitchen. To the left was a small living space with a black leather sofa, a matching armchair, and a TV on a console table. Straight past the kitchen was a king platform bed with charcoal bedding. The head of the bed sat right beneath a giant frosted-glass window. To the left of the bedroom area was a door that I assumed led to a bathroom.
Reid set his keys and wallet on the portable island in the kitchen. “You try to reach Roe?”
Wyatt carried me over to the couch and laid me down. I stretched my arms above my head, resting them on the armrest, and stared up at him. He didn’t take his eyes off me or my body as he answered, “His phone is off. After he’s cooled his head, he’ll turn it on and see a message saying we rescued a sexy princess and are hiding her here.”
“You think I’m sexy?” I asked with a smile.
Wyatt grinned back at me. “Again, have you seen you?”
Reid came over and sat in the armchair. He had a joint in his hand that he had grabbed from somewhere I didn’t see. “She’s loaded.”
“I could be way worse,” I said as I put my boot on Wyatt’s hip, undoubtedly giving them both a view up my dress. Their eyes zeroed in on that location, making me smirk. “Will you take this off for me?” I was referring to my boot.
