with it.
“I can’t let you walk away from me, baby,” he promised, kissing the back of my neck. “I need you.” His warm breath slid over my skin like velvet. “Don’t you need me ?” His whispers were driving me to the brink of sanity. He knew exactly what he was doing, using all the tricks in his arsenal to get me to cave.
And I almost did.
But then I remembered the look on poor Robby’s face when Stone had threatened him, and I couldn’t let it go. I grabbed the strong arm holding me captive and finally pried it loose, taking a step away before turning around to face him.
“I don’t have anything else to say to you. You need to leave me alone.” My voice trembled and I knew he’d heard it. Damnit! We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever.
Lost in the battle between reasoning and the overwhelming emotions of my heart, I was pulled back into the situation when a lock of his hair fell forward over his eye. A quick flick of his hand and he shoved the strands back in irritation. For some reason, I became lost in the sight of him, which was the last thing I wanted to do.
But there was no arguing that he was quite the specimen, and I allowed myself to take him all in and commit him to memory, because that was where he was going to reside.
His loose, dark-washed jeans hung off his narrow hips in the sexiest way, his muscular thighs hiding just underneath the material. He wore a black fitted, long-sleeved Harley T-shirt underneath his leather cut, his dark boots finishing off his casual yet intimidating outfit. Or maybe that was just him. He was intimidating.
“Then why are you lookin’ at me like you wanna fuck my brains out?” he growled, taking a daring step closer.
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not,” I all but whispered. Our back and forth wasn’t getting us anywhere, and I decided right then I needed to block him out. Darkness surrounded me for a few seconds, my eyes closed while I tried to gain my bearings. When I finally opened them, my gaze connected with his once more. “Leave.”
Giving me a once-over, he huffed, squared his shoulders, and pronounced, “This isn’t finished.”
He disappeared out the front door before I even had a chance to respond.
Stone
For someone who barely visited the clubhouse, Addy was becoming quite the fixture lately. I didn’t know if she was doing it to torment me, or if she consistently had a legitimate reason for hanging around.
Not being able to touch her was slowly driving me insane, and I only prayed she felt the same way, although the last time I saw her she made it perfectly clear she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Well, that was what she’d tried to portray with her words anyway, but the look in her eyes told a different story. Or was I just reading too much into the uncertainty I’d seen behind her beautiful blues?
Trigger was in his usual spot behind the bar, dispensing drinks to whoever was hanging out. The woman who had me all twisted up inside was sitting on one of the stools, leaning forward and engaging her uncle in conversation. Her laughter rang out and drifted through the air, a sweet melody which tortured me, simply because it’d been weeks since she’d laughed like that with me. Fearing I was never going to hear it again, I stalked toward her, hell-bent on making her end this stupid charade and give me another chance. I couldn’t promise that I would be able to fully control my anger, but I would do my best. But only in those situations which didn’t call for me to knock someone out.
Figuring out how to act nonchalant, I strode up next to her and straddled the empty seat to her right. As soon as she sensed I was near, her body instantly stiffened, and although it wasn’t the reaction I wanted . . . it was something. If she didn’t care at all, she would have blown me off completely, comfortable enough to either ignore me or breezily acknowledge my presence, much like
“I can’t let you walk away from me, baby,” he promised, kissing the back of my neck. “I need you.” His warm breath slid over my skin like velvet. “Don’t you need me ?” His whispers were driving me to the brink of sanity. He knew exactly what he was doing, using all the tricks in his arsenal to get me to cave.
And I almost did.
But then I remembered the look on poor Robby’s face when Stone had threatened him, and I couldn’t let it go. I grabbed the strong arm holding me captive and finally pried it loose, taking a step away before turning around to face him.
“I don’t have anything else to say to you. You need to leave me alone.” My voice trembled and I knew he’d heard it. Damnit! We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever.
Lost in the battle between reasoning and the overwhelming emotions of my heart, I was pulled back into the situation when a lock of his hair fell forward over his eye. A quick flick of his hand and he shoved the strands back in irritation. For some reason, I became lost in the sight of him, which was the last thing I wanted to do.
But there was no arguing that he was quite the specimen, and I allowed myself to take him all in and commit him to memory, because that was where he was going to reside.
His loose, dark-washed jeans hung off his narrow hips in the sexiest way, his muscular thighs hiding just underneath the material. He wore a black fitted, long-sleeved Harley T-shirt underneath his leather cut, his dark boots finishing off his casual yet intimidating outfit. Or maybe that was just him. He was intimidating.
“Then why are you lookin’ at me like you wanna fuck my brains out?” he growled, taking a daring step closer.
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not,” I all but whispered. Our back and forth wasn’t getting us anywhere, and I decided right then I needed to block him out. Darkness surrounded me for a few seconds, my eyes closed while I tried to gain my bearings. When I finally opened them, my gaze connected with his once more. “Leave.”
Giving me a once-over, he huffed, squared his shoulders, and pronounced, “This isn’t finished.”
He disappeared out the front door before I even had a chance to respond.
Stone
For someone who barely visited the clubhouse, Addy was becoming quite the fixture lately. I didn’t know if she was doing it to torment me, or if she consistently had a legitimate reason for hanging around.
Not being able to touch her was slowly driving me insane, and I only prayed she felt the same way, although the last time I saw her she made it perfectly clear she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Well, that was what she’d tried to portray with her words anyway, but the look in her eyes told a different story. Or was I just reading too much into the uncertainty I’d seen behind her beautiful blues?
Trigger was in his usual spot behind the bar, dispensing drinks to whoever was hanging out. The woman who had me all twisted up inside was sitting on one of the stools, leaning forward and engaging her uncle in conversation. Her laughter rang out and drifted through the air, a sweet melody which tortured me, simply because it’d been weeks since she’d laughed like that with me. Fearing I was never going to hear it again, I stalked toward her, hell-bent on making her end this stupid charade and give me another chance. I couldn’t promise that I would be able to fully control my anger, but I would do my best. But only in those situations which didn’t call for me to knock someone out.
Figuring out how to act nonchalant, I strode up next to her and straddled the empty seat to her right. As soon as she sensed I was near, her body instantly stiffened, and although it wasn’t the reaction I wanted . . . it was something. If she didn’t care at all, she would have blown me off completely, comfortable enough to either ignore me or breezily acknowledge my presence, much like
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