Page 27 of Bullseye
Hanging with Seneca Villetrio is going to be exhausting.
But the more I watch her perky breasts and tight ass, the more I know I am just the man for the job.
Chapter Eight
Bullseye
Holy shit.
Damn.
Watching them race back from the gas station at speeds that have to top ninety miles per hour, I hold my breath. After the night we had, I’m not sure she’s in top form to race. But you’d never know it by watching her corner and handling that bike like she was born on it.
Which, for all I know, she was. The only thing Idoknow is that she wasn’t born in Florida. And I only know that because that’s where she told me she was born.
“Come on, Sen, baby,” I mumble under my breath, purposely slowing my breathing. “You got this.” Crossing my arms and tucking my hands into the crooks made by my elbows, I stand tall, taking up as much room as I can. I need some space right now.
As much as I love my brothers in the club, I’ve got a ton of shit I’m working through. Not the least of which is that hot number racing toward me. Cripes. I’ve only been with her for one night, and I already have it bad. So bad, in fact, that I haven’t even noticed—until right this second—how sexy Harry’s girl, Celia, is.
Speaking of Harry, he’s gaining on Seneca who, until a few seconds ago, had been in the lead. There’s no way she’ll stay ahead of him, but if she can just maintain her speed, he’ll be the only one who can pass her. I know she’d love to, but she won’t beat Harry. She doesn’t have to. All she has to do is show Harry, Bucky, and Nick that she can hold her own. And she sure as hell is doing that.
Seems I’ve underestimated her. Again.
This morning as we got dressed to come to the club, I told her I could talk to Harry and Nick and get her an extension on her race today. I meant well. Since this race is all about checking out the new prospects, she needs to be in top form.
“Babe, there’s no need for you to take the new prospects’ test today,” I told her. “Not after what you went through last night.” Reaching out, I tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “Freaking Seth. It’s all his fault. We’ll get it rescheduled for you.”
“Yeah?” Her eyes lit up and then she dropped her chin demurely. “You’ll talk to Nick and Harry for me?”
“Of course I will.”
“And you’ll tell them that because I was kept up by you most of the night—who seems to be insatiable, by the way—I may be too sleepy to drive?” She batted her eyes.
“Uh…”
“That poor little me—the woman, the girl—can’t handle her bike because she’stired?”
“Well, not just tired…”
“What? Scared, too?”
“Um…”
In her cropped black tank top and a pair of sweatpants that hung low on her hips, showing off her belly button ring, she stormed up to me. I was freaking grateful I had my boots on, otherwise, I think she would have stomped on my toe with one—or both—of her purple Docs.
I tried really hard to only look into her eyes, but, despite the fact that I had talked her into going in late, and I had had her again, andagain, this morning, I wanted more. She’s right, I am insatiable. But only when it comes to her.
But it’s not my fault. I couldn’t—and can’t—stop thinking about that tantalizing little belly button ring she wears…
Poking me in the chest with her finger, she narrowed her eyes. “Well, fuck you, Bullseye. I told you I can handle myself. I told you I refuse to be someone’s WAG. I am a prospect. Me. All by myself. Without any help from you. You didn’t even nominate me.”
“I didn’t know you.”
“You saw me shoot. You recognized me. The least you could have done was to second the nomination. But you didn’t.”
She stepped even closer and the energy bouncing between us was tangible. All I wanted was to reach out, hold her head back, and clamp my mouth onto hers, kissing her until she nearly passed out... but, thankfully, I was smart enough to know that would have meant my slow, and painful, death.
“You know who did second my nomination?” She moves in for the kill. “Seth.” Fucking Seth. “And I know you think he has some schoolboy crush on me, but maybe it’s more than that. Did you ever think that maybe I’m worth more than what I look like? That maybe he respects me?”
