Page 2 of Crusher

She drops my arm like a dead fish, sending lightning through my injured limb. “Unless the person asking is you.”

I swear she’s barely holding back from sticking her tongue out at me, and I fucking love it.

“Guess falling off your bike wasn’t so bad. You seem totally fine to me.”

We both know she’s full of shit and just being salty. Little does she know, all that fucking sass makes my dick hard, even if I’m banged all to hell at the moment.

Sadie starts to stand but I reach out with my other hand and pull her back down. Long, black strands cascade over her shoulder, and like a magnetic force, my eyes are drawn to the movement while I inhale the tropical fragrance of her shampoo. Her hair is longer now, almost to the middle of her back, the perfect length to grab a fistful and tug. The ends of her onyx-colored locks are royal blue, wild and striking, just like her. I can’t stop myself from rubbing a silky coil between my fingers.

“Blue looks good on you, but Satan’s red would look better.” I smirk when her expression doesn’t budge.

“Not a chance, Crusher. Now, shut up and be still until the ambulance gets here.” She smacks my wrist away and stalks toward her truck, where I can vaguely see someone sitting in the passenger seat.

Who the fuck is that?

I’ll be pissed as fuck if it’s another guy. It’s not like I have any say in the matter, considering she ran out on me. I narrow my eyes, trying to make out who the hell it is, but with every movement, pain zips through my body, causing me to groan.

“Sit the fuck still,” Sadie commands before returning her attention to the person in her vehicle. Then, she’s back at my side, and I relax.

She assesses the wounds on my body, her gaze bouncing over my torso and extremities. This isn’t the first time I’ve been thrown from my bike, and it damn sure won’t be the last. Not when you’re a member of one of the most dangerous motorcycle clubs on the west coast. This shit hurts like hell, but I’ve been through worse.

“You really not gonna tell me what you’re doing out here so early in the morning?” I lean forward, desperate to get those beautiful smoky-gray eyes on me again. I’ve never seen an eye color as mesmerizing.

“Apparently, I’m saving your ass. That’s what I’m doing. You could’ve died today if I weren’t here.”

“You sound concerned, Trouble.” The corners of my mouth turn up. “Would you miss me if I were gone?”

“No.” Sadie’s immediate response is accompanied by a dry look. Her lips twitch as a spark flickers in her eyes, and I know she’s remembering our night together when I gave her that nickname. It’s well earned, considering that’s what she is—fucking trouble. It was also the night I declared her as mine, even though I never said it out loud.

Sadie is just as gorgeous as she was the first time I saw her, with those stunning gray eyes and full, pouty lips begging me to nibble on them. I notice she’s sporting a new helix piercing in her right ear, the small silver hoop glittering in the headlights. She’s unknowingly sexy, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a simple white T-shirt. Yet she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever met. No one compares to Sadie Michaels, and no one has since the night she snuck out of my fucking bed, leaving me alone and wondering where the hell she went. Without a phone number to call either.

“You okay?” she asks worriedly, and I curse myself for staring at her too long.

Clearing my throat, I rest on my elbows against the pavement. “Yeah. Can’t get rid of me that easily, woman.”

“If anyone can fight death, it’s certainly you. If only outta sheer spite.” Sadie grabs my wrist, pressing two fingers along the underside to check my pulse.

“Seems like you know what you’re doing.” I gawk at her curiously.

“I should. I am a nurse.” Her tone is matter-of-fact, as if it’s a detail I should’ve known.

“You never told me that.”

“I never told you a lot of things,” she sasses, making me want to spank her ass in a way we’d both enjoy. “I was minding my own business on my way to work, when I spot some idiots driving recklessly on the highway. Imagine my surprise when I discovered one of the idiots was you.” She rolls her eyes but doesn’t let go of my arm.

“You’re right. It’s all my fault. Next time, I’ll tell my attackers to aim more carefully when they’re shooting at me from their kidnapping van,” I deadpan.

Her lips pinch together as she suppresses her smile. It’s subtle, but it feels like a small victory I’ll happily take.

“So, you’re a nurse, huh?” I trail off as she eyes me with caution.

“Right now, the last thing you need to be worrying about is me. Your body’s bruised and battered, but your response rate is quick, considering you can’t shut the hell up. I’d say you got off lucky but you still need to be checked out at the hospital.”

“You gonna be the one doing the checking? I’m sure I’d heal faster if I had a sexy nurse with a pretty pussy patching me up.” I’m goading her, knowing she doesn’t want to talk about that night. No clue what I did wrong, but she’s all I’ve been able to think about ever since. I just can’t shake her gorgeous face, luscious curves, and all that sass. I need her like I need air to breathe. I can’t explain why. I just do.

Maybe because she’s not intimidated by me like most people. I’m over six feet tall with more than two-hundred pounds of solid muscle, and I’m covered in tattoos. Not to mention I’m a Disciple, which usually has folks running in the opposite direction. But not Sadie. She ain’t backing down from nobody and that turns me the fuck on.

She gives me a cold, humorless smile and pinches the fuck out of my arm. I jerk away from her, regretting the movement when my muscles tense in agony.

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