Page 29 of Fighting a Riot

“You gave me quite possibly the best orgasm all year, and you won’t let me even try to reciprocate. That makes me feel like such a taker, it’s worthy of being a world-class twat.”

His hands came up to my jaw where he held me reverently. “You could never be a twat, Nora. Period.”

My head dip doubled as a nod. “Okay, but I still say you’re wrong and we should get naked and get down to business.”

His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Being naked with you, babe, would be anything but ‘business.’”

It pained me to do it, but I eased out from in front of Yak and crossed to the opposite side of the kitchen. “Fine. But I don’t understand why you’re so insistent that I leave.”

“Nora…we just can’t.”

My gut said that was a cop-out on his part, but after just a week, I didn’t know him well enough to say that.

I nodded. “Okay. Well, I apologize for dropping by. I never meant to leave you hanging.” I glanced down at his groin and tilted my head. “Or, more like I never meant stiff you.”

He tilted his head back. “Don’t make me laugh, woman.”

I shrugged. “Why not? I’d think it would help.”

Yak

Laughter probably would help his painful erection, but she had to understand this couldn’t happen. He couldn’t get involved with her no matter how much he wanted her.

With effort, he brought their conversation back around to her doctor visit. “Glad to hear Trixie helped you, Nora.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked to the side. “Yeah. She asked things I hadn’t even thought about yet.”

“Like what?” he asked, and wanted to kick himself. He needed to get her back to her place. The more time he spent with her, the harder it became to stay away from her.

“Like whether I’d be able to drive home from chemo. I knew I’d need a ride after the lumpectomy, but I hadn’t thought about the chemo effects in that way.” She glanced at the floor and shook her head. “Made me feel like an idiot.”

He sighed. “Stop it. Cancer sucks and it isn’t something most people think about. You’re allowed to forget shit like chemo treatments making you drowsy.”

She nodded once. “Right. I’ll get going.” She glanced away, a faint blush rising up her neck. “Thanks for…”

He took a tentative step forward. “You can’t even say it?”

Her head turned and their eyes locked. The blush had risen to her cheeks. Having been in the Riot since eighteen, he’d only encountered shy women on very rare occasions. When he did, their shyness bothered him. Yet, her shy embarrassment appealed to him –a lot. Fuck.

“Nora, the pleasure of making you come against the wall was all mine. I’d say I’m willing to do that anytime, but you don’t need a bastard like me in your life.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re anything but a bastard, Yak. Goodnight.”

He offered her a closed-lip smile. “Be well.”

She shut the door gently when she left. His dick willed him to chase after her, so he waited a full minute before he crossed to lock the door. The vision of her riding his fingers replayed in his mind.

He’d never fuckin’ understand what made her douchebag ex call it off with her, because he hadn’t had a woman detonate like that on him in a long damn time. That thought didn’t alleviate the pressure in his groin since he could only imagine how hot Nora would be in bed.

Destin was a huge moron.

Sure, fighting cancer would be a battle, and it was going to suck. But Yak had no doubt Nora would pull through, and sticking by that woman’s side during this ordeal should have been an honor for that asshole.

Yak’s deep-rooted desire to punch Destin redoubled, just thinking about all the ways he’d done Nora wrong.

Good thing he wouldn’t see the asshole ever again.

Yak double checked the weather app on his phone. It seemed the cold front had stalled and wouldn’t hit the area for another ten hours. He didn’t trust himself to stick around the house with Nora just steps away from him. Her earlier words had formed a soundtrack in his brain. “I still say you’re wrong and we should get naked.”

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