that’s kept me unhappy all
these years.
“Slow down, babe,” Brooks calls, “or I’m gonna have to carry
you back.”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I grin, spinning around to
face him. “You’d just love to throw me over your shoulder and carry me back to
your cave.”
“Of course I would,” he says. “Do you have any idea what you
do to me? Just look at you. I’d be fucking crazy not to make you mine.”
“Is that what you’re going to do?” I ask, struggling to
focus on Brooks as the world around me spins madly on. He catches up to where I
stand, steadying me. “Are you going to make me yours, Brooks?”
“Don’t you get it, Red?” he says, running his hands through
my hair. “I already have.”
He lowers his lips to mine once more, running his hands down
my sides. Any pretense of restraint I had goes flying away into the brilliant
night sky. Screw decorum. Screw modesty. Screw the rules. Sure, I just met the guy
yesterday. And sure, he doesn’t even know my real name. I’ll have to sort this
all out at some point. But that can wait for tomorrow. Right now, all I care
about is the gorgeous, incomparable man in front of me.
“I don’t usually do things like this...” I murmur, giving my
full weight to Brooks’ strong, cut arms.
“I can tell,” he grins. “I bet you’ve never met a guy like
me, have you?”
“Hell no,” I laugh, letting my head fall tipsily against his
shoulder.
“If it makes you feel any better, Red,” he says, brushing
the hair out of my face, “I’ve never met a girl like you, either.”
“Don’t usually go for redheads?” I grin.
“Oh, I go for redheads every chance I get,” he laughs,
running those perfect hands all over my body, “But a smart, feisty, ballsy
redhead who always looks like she’s keeping a secret? Not so much.”
“I’m not keeping a secret,” I insist, trying to keep the
alarm from my voice. How could he have guessed a thing like that?
“Everyone’s got a secret,” he says, cocking an eyebrow, “And
the people who deny that have the biggest secrets of all. I should know.”
“I...That’s not...” I stammer, fighting for coherence and
losing to the whiskey pulsing through my veins.
“Looks like you’re going to need a ride after all,” Brooks
grins, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Suddenly the sky flips upside
down, and I feel my feet fly away from the ground.
“Brooks, what the hell?!” I exclaim, as the brawny biker
slings me over his shoulder.
“I warned you,” he grins, giving my ass a playful slap.
“You’re out of your damn mind,” I cry, pounding my fists
against his back. But even I know that I’m only playing at being irked. How is
every single thing this man does so incredibly sexy to me? Even this?
“Crazy as shit,” he replies, marching back toward the
clubhouse, “and don’t pretend for a second that you don’t love it.”
“Wait,” I say, remembering something through my drunken, sexed-up
haze, “Brooks, I need my purse.”
“Jesus,” he groans, pivoting to snatch up my satchel, “accessories
on the brain, at a time like this? I’m just gonna have to pull out all the
stops with you.”
“You mean you haven’t already?” I ask, grabbing the bag from
Brooks as he bears me back to the bonfire.
“You have no idea what you’re in for with me,” he growls, “but
you’ll find out soon enough. Brace yourself, babe.”
I don’t even bother trying to come up with a response to
that. I give in to the insane, delicious moment, and swear to let the night
take me where it will. And as we approach the rollicking chaos of the party
once again, I admit—I’m coming around to this undercover thing. In a big way.
Chapter Eight
Warm sunlight plays across my cheek as my fuzzy brain drifts
lazily back to consciousness. I keep my eyes closed tightly, granting myself a
few more moments of sleep. No need to rush, especially when my brain seems to
have been
these years.
“Slow down, babe,” Brooks calls, “or I’m gonna have to carry
you back.”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I grin, spinning around to
face him. “You’d just love to throw me over your shoulder and carry me back to
your cave.”
“Of course I would,” he says. “Do you have any idea what you
do to me? Just look at you. I’d be fucking crazy not to make you mine.”
“Is that what you’re going to do?” I ask, struggling to
focus on Brooks as the world around me spins madly on. He catches up to where I
stand, steadying me. “Are you going to make me yours, Brooks?”
“Don’t you get it, Red?” he says, running his hands through
my hair. “I already have.”
He lowers his lips to mine once more, running his hands down
my sides. Any pretense of restraint I had goes flying away into the brilliant
night sky. Screw decorum. Screw modesty. Screw the rules. Sure, I just met the guy
yesterday. And sure, he doesn’t even know my real name. I’ll have to sort this
all out at some point. But that can wait for tomorrow. Right now, all I care
about is the gorgeous, incomparable man in front of me.
“I don’t usually do things like this...” I murmur, giving my
full weight to Brooks’ strong, cut arms.
“I can tell,” he grins. “I bet you’ve never met a guy like
me, have you?”
“Hell no,” I laugh, letting my head fall tipsily against his
shoulder.
“If it makes you feel any better, Red,” he says, brushing
the hair out of my face, “I’ve never met a girl like you, either.”
“Don’t usually go for redheads?” I grin.
“Oh, I go for redheads every chance I get,” he laughs,
running those perfect hands all over my body, “But a smart, feisty, ballsy
redhead who always looks like she’s keeping a secret? Not so much.”
“I’m not keeping a secret,” I insist, trying to keep the
alarm from my voice. How could he have guessed a thing like that?
“Everyone’s got a secret,” he says, cocking an eyebrow, “And
the people who deny that have the biggest secrets of all. I should know.”
“I...That’s not...” I stammer, fighting for coherence and
losing to the whiskey pulsing through my veins.
“Looks like you’re going to need a ride after all,” Brooks
grins, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Suddenly the sky flips upside
down, and I feel my feet fly away from the ground.
“Brooks, what the hell?!” I exclaim, as the brawny biker
slings me over his shoulder.
“I warned you,” he grins, giving my ass a playful slap.
“You’re out of your damn mind,” I cry, pounding my fists
against his back. But even I know that I’m only playing at being irked. How is
every single thing this man does so incredibly sexy to me? Even this?
“Crazy as shit,” he replies, marching back toward the
clubhouse, “and don’t pretend for a second that you don’t love it.”
“Wait,” I say, remembering something through my drunken, sexed-up
haze, “Brooks, I need my purse.”
“Jesus,” he groans, pivoting to snatch up my satchel, “accessories
on the brain, at a time like this? I’m just gonna have to pull out all the
stops with you.”
“You mean you haven’t already?” I ask, grabbing the bag from
Brooks as he bears me back to the bonfire.
“You have no idea what you’re in for with me,” he growls, “but
you’ll find out soon enough. Brace yourself, babe.”
I don’t even bother trying to come up with a response to
that. I give in to the insane, delicious moment, and swear to let the night
take me where it will. And as we approach the rollicking chaos of the party
once again, I admit—I’m coming around to this undercover thing. In a big way.
Chapter Eight
Warm sunlight plays across my cheek as my fuzzy brain drifts
lazily back to consciousness. I keep my eyes closed tightly, granting myself a
few more moments of sleep. No need to rush, especially when my brain seems to
have been
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