Page 70 of Their Princess

“How’d you even know about this?” he asked in a low growl.

She shrugged, playing coy, but she was far too cocky for it to work. Sas snarled, but she laughed, giggling like a schoolgirl. He jerked away as though he had been slapped.

Along with the other guys, I shifted uncomfortably. I was the closest, standing next to the tension fueled by something more dangerous than hate or disgust. I could recognize it from how much I had been around it all my life.

Desire.

It dripped off of both of them.

“I’m going with you,” insisted Adelina.

“The fuck you are.” He dropped her hair and walked away.

“The fuck I am!” called Adelina to Sas’s back.

I nearly laughed. It was adorable when she swore. The phrase sounded wrong on her lips, mingling with the high pitch of her voice and fullness of her lips.

“You are mine,” said Sas, swinging his leg over his bike. “Mine to marry. To fuck. To order around. You, princess, answer to me. Now take your pink ass back inside.”

As he settled down onto his bike, it was answer enough for the rest of us. I followed his lead. Since he outranked me, I was in no position to question him, though I thought we should’ve called a prospect to drag her back inside. Where was Rafe to do the dirty work?

“I’m not yours yet.” Adelina stomped toward the row of bikes, each of us now settled into our seat. “I have a week.”

Sas cocked a smile. “Less than a week.”

With her glowering came a twinkle in her eye. She sidestepped him and maybe for a second considered going inside the clubhouse. That was wishful thinking. With a helmet in herhand catching the sunlight, she made her way to the side of my bike. Without asking, she planted her platformed boot on the passenger peg and threw herself up onto my bitch seat, rubbing the front of her against my back. She snaked her arms around my waist, giving me a tight squeeze. The smell of her perfume mixed with new leather was intoxicating.

Sas now glared at me and her, and I waited for him to give the order for me to throw her off and take her inside. We could lock her back in her bedroom, but she had gotten out before—twice.

She would be able to escape again, so it was smarter for us to take her. That way, someone could keep an eye on her.

“Well?” prompted Adelina. “What are you waiting for?”

Facing forward and seeming not to care, Sas kicked his bike into gear and then took off.

The ride up into the canyon was almost painful. I wanted Adelina to touch me more, but at the same time, I needed to squirm out of her hold, especially every time Sas looked back at us from the lead spot in our formation. It was wrong for me to be doing this—I should’ve fought her off and left her back at the clubhouse. But Sas hadn’t said a word. Maybe this was his grand plan to leave her up in the canyon to die.

Didn’t matter how much rank he pulled on me, I wouldn’t be able to do that.

By the time we reached the turnoff, I was hotter than I should be on the relatively cool morning. My body was as stiff as a board, and I couldn’t easily move, scared that the slightest movement might lead to Adelina dragging her hands across my torso. She held me too close. Too tightly. Her breasts pressed into my back, and her hot breath tickled the back of my neck.

Her breath. The heat. The rub. . . I was diving down a fucking rabbit hole and really needed to climb out.

At the place where we often built bonfires, we pulled up next to a black SUV. I turned off the ignition and waited for Adelina toget off, also needing to escape the bike. And her. Sas watched us too closely, thinking he was being covert with his wrap-around sunglasses.

He wasn’t.

His lips were in a constant downturn, looking disgusted, but this was when Adelina shone the most. Standing beside my bike, she took off her helmet and flipped her hair like a movie star, and her strawberry-scented strands caught in my mouth. I almost reached for her and pulled her into me again. But that was wrong. She was Sas’s property, as he’d pointed out back at the club, not one of the bunnies we could share.

The door to the SUV opened and out stepped Julie Monroe, our real-estate agent, wearing a pencil skirt that fell to the middle of her calves and heels that must’ve been six inches tall. The pointed toes made me shift like I need to protect the family jewels. Julie wasn’t a threat, but nonetheless, I didn’t need any new piercings.

Teller and Beans moved toward Julie, then Sas joined them. As a group, they wandered toward the shade, leaving me with Barbie.

Adelina was slow to move away from the bike, even as I tried to cautiously push her in the direction of her fiancé. I said nothing but desperately wanted to swing my leg off my motorcycle and join my brothers. I had my job to do.

Finally—hopefully taking my hint now that Sas wasn’t looking at her—Adelina stepped away and gave me enough space to stand. I hopped off my bike, nearly tripping over my own boots in the process. Adelina was watching me under her glittery sunglasses. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I couldfeelher intense gaze.

The same way I could feel Sas’s anger blowing toward me on the wind before he snapped, “Graff!”

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