Page 37 of Sapphire's Gem
“Fuck the lot of them,” Wylde stated, then chuckles broke out nearby.
“Shame he’s a pig, I like his attitude,” Dagger stated, and Blade laughed.
“I might grow on you ladies yet,” Wylde said and threw down the gauntlet.
Dagger and Blade’s eyes grew large. In our world, nobody confronted them.
“He’s got balls,” Blade murmured.
“For now,” Dagger replied, and Wylde chuckled.
“Have a nice day, ladies,” he announced and hooked my arm through his. Before I could say a word, he turned and walked with us outside.
“You do know you just challenged them?”
“Yeah. It will be fun winning them over,” he replied as he opened the passenger door.
I hesitated and looked towards my bike.
He noticed my hesitation. “You won’t need it, Saph. There’s no chance I’d let you leave alone.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. I didn’t like having my options taken away.
“Tell you what, when we get to the country club, I’ll hand you my keys. That way, if you think I’m a jerk, you can drive back here,” Wylde said as I was stunned.
“This is your new truck.”
“Yup. And I’m that fuckin’ confident I won’t abandon you that I’ll give you my keys,” Wylde stated.
“Deal.”
Wylde winked as he handed me into the truck, and his scent hit me. Shit, he needed to bottle that and sell it. It was sheer sex. I tried calming myself as he walked around.
“You look nice,” I said as he climbed in.
“I’ll pass, but you look stunning. Everyone there will be envious of me,” Wylde stated, and I felt a flush hit my cheeks. What. The? Fuck? I never blushed.
“Doesn’t anyone ever pay you compliments?”
“Of the male variety? Sure, but I ignore them as they only want to get between my legs.”
“Why do mine make you blush?” Wylde asked, using a finger to turn my face towards him. He moved closer.
“Because they feel genuine,” I whispered.
Wylde’s eyes warmed. “They are.”
“I don’t know what you think is going to happen, but it can’t grow between us. You’re a cop and I’m an MC president.”
“Saph, stop worrying,” Wylde said, his lips near mine. I licked mine and waited for him to close the distance.
“Sapphire,” I spoke softly as my eyes fluttered closed.
“Beg me,” Wylde whispered, and my eyes flew back open.
“Never.”
Wylde grinned and pulled away. “I might have blue balls by the end of this, but you will have the equivalent, too. And frankly, babe, I learned iron control in the army.”
