Page 55 of DOG Part 2
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Kim
“So you’re never goingto give your dad a break, huh?” he asked after a long while.
I scoffed. “You can ask questions but I get threatened with duct tape when I do?”
“Lighten up, firecracker. Your old man won’t give up on you that easy.”
“The fact that he’s run an outlaw biker gang for years and does highly illegal things are reason enough to keep him far away,” I finally answered. “The same goes for you, no matter how cute you are.”
“Of course I’m cute. Just look at me. I’m a gift to the female species.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, just as annoyed with myself for admitting he was attractive as I was with his answer.
His hazel eyes sparkled as he looked my way again, grinning broadly like I made his day. I made a note to keep that stuff to myself next time I spoke. Just like the mountain of questions I had for him about how good he was in bed. The only problem was my need to know was burning me up inside. Where had he learned to please a woman like that? Just how many women had he slept with? The next time I let him fuck my brains out again, and again, would he want to beg me to let him stay overnight?
“Last night was a mistake,” he said out of nowhere.
Christ, was he reading my mind?
His eyes flicked across to me. Smoking hot bastard. That look sent a warm tingle down my back. He had to be playing with me, because I was on board to have him again.
When he spoke again his words were slow and steady. “You don’t know why I’m in the Rugged Angels, and I’m not going to spend time trying to convince you that everything I do is for a reason. I do want you to know there’s not a place on Earth where brotherhood means more than in our Tucson clubhouse. I’d take a bullet for every one of my members…and I’d do the same for you.”
“As long as I stay out of your bed, right? I get it. Maybe you should keep your eyes on the road and cut the crap with those questions.”
Unperturbed, he flashed a slight smile before focusing on driving again.
I wound a finger through my hair and gazed out the window, the hot shame of his rejection sent my mind spiraling with conflicting emotions. Kane was a hard one to figure out. I’d thought I’d had him pegged. Dumb, gruff, alpha male, testosterone-driven biker outlaw dude. I could spot his kind coming from a mile away. He wasn’t only that. He was funny. Which meant he was likely pretty smart. He was skilled, and quick on his feet, and loyal. That thing he’d said about risking his own life for his men and me was something I’d heard before, though. Still, it made me weak in the knees when he said it.
Too bad he thought last night was a mistake.
“We need to stop for gas,” he said suddenly. “Before we do, I need to be sure we weren’t followed.”
I looked behind us using the passenger side rear view mirror. We were the only ones going this way, on an arrow straight road that went on for miles in both directions. Anyone following us would get spotted in short order.
“Maybe there’s such a thing as too cautious.”
He slowed down the Jeep and turned onto a dirt track, driving for about two hundred feet before he turned again and drove past an abandoned ranch house surrounded by shoulder high brush and weeds.
“What’s this place?”
“Nowhere in particular. A place to stop and see who comes this way or goes by.”
“From here? Can you even see the road?”
“I don’t need to see it to know if we’ve been followed.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve got more than one of my senses that work. There’s a little thing called hearing.”
I pressed the button to lower my window. “All I can hear are birds and maybe a few vultures circling.”
“All I can hear is you talking.”
Damn him.
