Page 104 of A Blackened Bond

He stops in front of me, his hand reaching out to brush a wayward strand behind my ear before leaning down and placing a soft kiss against my lips. “I’ll only let him do it once.” His deep voice has a shiver rolling down my back with the heated promise.

He takes the helmets from the bike, placing mine on for me and securing it gently before putting on his own. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the keys of his Ducati…and hands them to me.

“You can drive back.” He calls, sliding me forward before wrapping his leg over his bike and sitting at the back.

“Really?” My eyes go wide as he slowly nods.

Mallyn was letting me drive his baby?

With his words, I throw my leg over and, without an ounce of hesitation, saddle the bike as his arms wrap around me from behind.

“I was jealous of Annex that day when you rode together.”

His voice trickles in through my helmet as he leans in further, laying flush at my back.

I grin, brushing a hand over his fingers wrapped around me before placing the keys in and revving the engine.

I slide back a little, a small grunt falling from his lips before I call back to him. “Then let’s take the long route back.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ANNEX’S POV

Making my way down the stairs, I brush a hand through my messy hair. Where was Red?

Last I checked, she was snuggled up between me and Ez, her sweet scent wrapped around me while I dreamt of her.

I was planning on giving her a funwake-up call,but instead, Iwoke up to Ez’s face. And as pretty as my brother is, he isn’t anywhere near as sexy as the little vixen that is my Red.He also has a dick.

I push through the kitchen door, hoping to be met by two sweet blue eyes and a set of plump, rosy lips stretched in a welcoming smile, but I find the room completely empty.

I glance around, seeing an open packet of cereal and two bowls in the sink. And a little note in pretty-script writing. Mal’s.

Micai and I are grabbing some things from her dorm room. We’ll be back in a bit.

~Mallyn.

He had such dainty writing for a guy of his stature. Wonder if the ass took lessons for that kind of shit?

Would Red like that? Would I have to take lessons or something for that shit?

I shake my head. Nah, I couldn’t hack people trying to teach me shit unless it was about new weapons or torture techniques.

I glance at the clock.10:05 am.

I wonder when they left and how long they would be.

How long had I slept beside the scaly bastard instead of my sexy little—

“Micai?” The asshole in question waltzes into the room, dragging a hand down his face and making his way over to me. “Where’s Micai?”

I hand him the note, grab a couple of pop tarts from the press, pop them into the toaster, and take a seat.

Hopefully, Red will be back by the time they pop, or at the very least by the time I’ve finished eating them.

“How long have they been gone?” Asks Ez, his gaze still bleary with sleep as his eyes peer at the note in his hands.

But his guess was as good as mine.

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