Page 14 of Static

She rolled her eyes. "Yes I do. You're not normally a Neanderthal."

"Gwen."

"David is just a friend." Her eyes darted to the side.

"Then why aren't you looking at me, Sugar?"

She sighed. "Fine. He asked me out. Got my number-"

I tensed, glaring down at her. Grasping her chin, I forced her face up until she was looking at me with those beautiful deep blue eyes. "Why did you give him your number?"

"I didn't. A friend did," she explained. "I came here to tell him I wasn't interested, okay?"

"No," I argued. "Not fucking okay. He wants you."

"Static."

My name came out all breathy. One part exasperated, and one part turned on. There was no doubt about it. I stared down at her, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, I let my hand slip to the nape of her neck. I squeezed, then rubbed my thumb over her skin. "If you don't want me to walk into that police station and drag that fucker out here, then you should explain, Sugar."

"You'd get arrested," she snapped, getting frustrated with me.

Good, because I was fucking frustrated, too. And pissed off beyond all belief that some asshole thought he had the right to ask my girl out. It didn't matter that she wasn't actually my girl. She was. She just didn't know it yet. And I hadn't admitted it yet.

"Like I give a shit?" I scoffed.

"Don't be like that."

"Answer me, Gwen." My voice was a deep rumble as I searched her eyes. I needed her to tell me that this guy didn't fucking mean anything. Needed it more than my next breath.

She licked her lips, drawing my attention down. I groaned, watching as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

"I don't want him."

My cock was thickening, pushing against the front of my jeans. "You sure?" I crowded closer.

"Yes," she whispered. There still wasn't any fear to be found on her beautiful face. Just desire.

"What is it you do want, Gwen?"

Her lips were parted. She wanted me to kiss her. And fuck did I want to, but I needed to hear it from her. She'd been so standoffish ever since that day at the expo center. I didn't force myself on women. If she wanted me, she was going to have to tell me. And fuck me, if she did, I wasn't going to be able to resist. I wanted to give this woman everything in the world that she desired. I shouldn't. I should let her date the cop. My hand squeezed harder on her neck as I thought about giving her over to that douchebag.

"I...I don't know," she said, practically moaning the words out.

Goddamn it, I was throbbing, leaking pre-cum in my fucking jeans, about to kiss her out here in the middle of the parking lot. Looking around, I made sure no one was watching us, then I let her go. "Get on the bike," I muttered.

She looked dazed, her pupils were blown out, her soft lips parted. I wanted to feel them wrapped around my cock. That wasn't helping the situation. I was so fucking hard everything ached.

"Your bike?"

"Get on," I told her again. Getting on, I started it up, then turned to put my helmet on her. It was a little too big, but it was better than nothing.

"What about my car?"

"I swear to fucking Christ, Gwen. Get your sweet ass on this bike, or you're not going to like what happens."

She scrambled on behind me, giving up on arguing. It was the first good decision she'd made all day. I wasn't in the mood to stand here debating with her outside a damn cop shop.

The feel of her legs hugging mine and her arms tight around my waist had me groaning. "Hold on."

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