Page 12 of Filthy Savage
Axe
It tookall of my willpower not to beat the living shit out of Dean fucking Roman. I probably would have, were it not for the fact that the man is used to being the alpha male in any room. Plus, touching a hair on his pretty little head will inevitably lead to more retribution between the Satan’s Saints and Mongols MC. I just wish I didn’t promise Silas that I’d stay out of trouble. The man got in my personal space, thinking he could threaten or scare me. And he stood too damn close to Angel. It took a lot of effort to walk away from her.
Fuck, how did two short conversations with this girl lead to such an insane level of possessiveness?
Which is why I stuck around outside the saloon like a lurker, waiting to make sure she left that bar in one piece.
“You again? Didn’t we do this all ready?” Angel asks, lowering her car window when I make it across the parking lot to her side.
“Nice to see you too,” I answer, smiling.
She turns off the engine and steps out of the car. She just stands there, her arms folded and her neck craned up, staring into my face. “Give me a good reason why I should entertain spending any more time with you. None of them can have anything to do with grinding on you, like you said in there, or my hands on your body, or my mouth, and vice versa. Go.”
Fuck.
She has a mouth on her.
I can’t believe how much I love it.
Arching my brows, I meet her gaze and absently lick my lips. The threat of backtalk in her eyes makes my skin hot all over. I lean forward an inch, and Angel’s breath hitches in her chest. She nervously lifts a hand into her gorgeous blonde tresses, trying to hide her reaction. Too late. I’ve already seen it. A split second of vulnerability.
“You know why,” I whisper.
Angel runs her tongue across her full bottom lip, and her eyes narrow. “We can keep playing this little game of yours, Axe,” she rasps out in a voice that’s fucking seductive. “But I’m going to tell you now,ifyou win, it’ll be on my terms. And that’s a big if, my friend. I’m not a woman to be pushed around. You need to be prepared for a fight.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. First of all, this is not a game. And second, the only fighting you’ll see is when I fightforyou, notwithyou.”
Angel doesn’t have a fiery comeback to that. Her jaw relaxes and her lips part. I ease my fingertip down the line of her cheek as I wait for an answer.
She answers me, all right.
Loud and fucking clear.
“Fine,” she says, and I feel her tiny hands fly up to my chest. They skim down my abs, and lower, then she palms my groin through my jeans. Without breaking from my gaze, Angel bats her eyelids, giving me an innocent stare while her hand strokes my growing bulge. Damn, I underestimated this firecracker. As quickly as she starts, she removes her hand, turns, and ducks her head into the driver side window for a moment.
I enjoy the view of her thick, sweet ass while she gets whatever she’s looking for. When she straightens up, she throws the keys over to me.
“I hope you know I don’t do this often,” she says, walking around to the passenger side.
“Don’t do what exactly?”
“Take home strays,” she grins. “Try to keep up, will you? And by the way, I really love my car. Try not to drive it like a Harley.”
“I know exactly when to be gentle and when to be rough, sweet thing,” I tease. My cock throbs in my pants when her eyes flash with recognition of what I mean.
“Let me be the judge of that,” she murmurs. I’m about to walk around the front of the car to open her door, but she raises her hand to stop me. “I can manage opening my own door. You drive.”
I jump in and start the car, slowly easing it out of the parking spot in reverse. The second she clicks the seatbelt around her, I rev the engine and speed out from the gravel parking lot in her sedan.
“It’s not the Indy 500, buddy.”
“I’m starting to see that. Where are we off to?”
“My apartment is about eight blocks from where we met. Head to Desert Java and I’ll give you directions when we’re closer.”
“Sure.” I turn out to the main street and drive toward the highway. “So, you know Dean Roman pretty well, I see.”
“I do. His cousin is my best friend. We’ve known each other for years. How about you?”
