be for her…the greatest fuck of her life.
I consider what I should say next, and opt for trying to amuse her. “You like that?”
She stares for a second like she didn’t know I spoke. “Umm…what?”
“Me feelin’ my chest like this.” I pull up my shirt a little to expose my abs, and feel around, glancing from my naked muscles to her. “You like that?”
Her jaw ticks. “Nope. I was only watching because your knuckles are bloody, that’s all.”
“Nah. You were lookin’ at these.” I flex, cocking an eyebrow at her.
She shakes her head like she thinks I’m an asshole.
But I could swear I saw the hint of a smile in her beautiful eyes.
Leaning against the door with a thud, she announces, “Don’t fool yourself. I wasn’t.”
My gaze instinctively drops to her bouncing breasts. She’s got a light jacket on. A black one that matches her hair and makes her eyes and teeth look super white.
The backpack is on the floor.
I’m assuming that’s where she put the gun.
Luna
I don’t know if this rough-looking guy is being a fucking goofball, or if he really knows how hot he is. He’s already proved himself to be a jokester.
He probably knows.
He’s not shy, sheepish, or hesitant.
Every move Grey Eyes makes is strong, confident, and careful.
He’s playing me, hoping I don’t catch on…or mind. I have no idea how I feel, except hot and bothered. Torn, too. I should be checking out the address that girl gave me, but here I am playing games with a biker, telling myself it matters why he and his buddies turned that place upside down.
The only thing that matters is killing him. I’ve waited my whole life for this.
So why am I still here with this guy.
His smirk is casual but potent as Grey Eyes heads to the bathroom to wash the blood from his hands. He walks the way only some guys do, like his dick is so big his legs have to shoot out to the sides to make room for the journey. Fucking hot.
I was totally checking him out when he called me on it.
We both know it.
I am so wet right now I’m afraid it’ll start to show soon. I should probably excuse myself to the bathroom to do something about it, but I have to wait until he gets out here…and if I lock myself in there, I’ll probably end up touching myself to ease this throbbing ache.
I want this guy.
I want his cock.
I want his weight on me.
I want to see if he’s the type who’d throw me around like a rag doll and fuck the shit out of me until I can’t even remember who I am.
“What’s your name?” he calls from where I can’t see him. That deep rasp is killing me. I almost walk over, but catch myself and push harder into the door, right by my hidden 9mm.
“What does it matter?” I call back, low and husky. Shit, I can hear the sex in my voice. If I can, he can.
He laughs under his breath. The sound of faucet water stops abruptly and he reappears, this time completely missing the shirt. Half-naked. Jeez.
What a manipulative fuck this guy is.
A thorny tattoo with a C centered beneath it dances on his chest muscles as they tighten and release many times while he dries his hands with the cheap hand towel. He throws me a devilish grin and pokes at his rib, glancing down before looking up from under blonde eyebrows.
Is his pubic hair blonde, too?
Keep your mind in check, Luna.
“Not broken after all,” he announces, tossing the towel on a light brown dresser with the top drawer opened slightly. I glance to it and see the corners of a Bible.
“You needed your shirt off to check.”
“Yup.”
“Makes total sense.”
He grins, and it grows into a laugh. “Fuck, you’re somethin.’ You really are candy for the eyes.” Like he means it, his drifting, lingering gaze eats me alive, working slowly down my body and leaving a goosebump-wake.
“Stop eye-fucking me without my consent.”
His eyes shoot up to meet mine. I love that I made him lose that smirk.
“ Why were you there tonight,” I demand.
He blinks at