Page 34 of Bruised MC Bear
Angel lifted her head slightly, checking the back window once he righted the truck. “Uh, the Camaro and two of the bikes stopped before the jump,” she said. “Wait. It looks like one of the bikes just doubled back to try again. He may have a good chance of making it over.”
“Jesus. Can we not catch a goddamned break?”
“Wait,” Angel said. “He’s down. I don’t see him coming back up. Woot! He bit the dust!”
“Nice.”
Angel slid back into the seat and redid her seatbelt. She fiddled with the radio knobs, searching for a clear station, and stopped on a classic country western station. “This will have to do. I see you don’t have XM radio.”
“If we did, the gunfire would have probably gotten it good.”
“Hmmm. So where are we going now?”
“Somewhere safe.”
“You can’t shut me out forever, you know,” she told him, swatting his hand away when he tried to change the music to something more rock-friendly. “We’ll get there soon enough, and I’ll know.”
“True.”
“Wait a minute. What about my mother?” Angel asked in a panic.
“What about her?”
“I need to call her.”
“Not now.”
“What if she’s in danger?” she persisted.
“Your phone call can put her in danger. Just relax. I’ll make sure no one gets to her. Make yourself comfortable over there. We’ll be driving for a while.”
Glaring at him like he was the enemy, she huffed out a long exhale and rested her head on the seat back. “I amsonot sleeping with you, ever again.”
“Suit yourself, Angel.”
Sex was the last thing on his mind at the moment, although the image of actually sleeping beside her made his chest tighten. He may have fucked a shit ton of women, but he sure as fuck didn’tsleepwith them. Yet where they were heading, that was sure to happen eventually.
Except, for the next little while, it would be on his terms, and it was Angel who’d have to grin and bear it.
