Page 30 of Ruthless

He was a cruel bastard. "No. Tired. And you have to care about someone to feel jealousy."

"If I remember correctly, my exact words to her were, 'One of us will get you home.'"

"Well, she thinks it's you."

He snorted. "She just wants dick, doesn't matter from which one of us it comes from. I think Jace is going to oblige her. He's waiting for her out front. Now get on my bike, unless you'd rather go with Jace."

I raised my chin, angry at his indifference. I had a feeling that Rebel was playing with me, and I didn't like it one bit. "Maybe I would."

That seemed to snap him out of his coldhearted disposition. I heard the sound of a low growl, and my eyes widened as I searched the darkness surrounding us until I realized that the sound had come from him. "Don't test me, angel." His words were sharp and to the point, and held a threat that I didn't want to contemplate.

I thought that he had a lot of nerve to lay down the law to me. He had no control over me. I threw his words back at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He took a step closer to me. "It means that you won't be riding on the back of another brother's bike. It means that I'll be the only one bringing you to work, and taking you home." He stopped too closely, causing a shiver to run over me. "It means that until your debt is paid, you belong to me."

He couldn't be serious! The absurdity of his assertion made me want to laugh. He had to be joking, right? "You're crazy!" I laughed softly. But Rebel didn't laugh. In fact, his expression hadn't changed in the slightest bit to show that he wasn't serious.

The back door opened and his friend Jace stepped out. He must have been in the restroom while we'd been cleaning up. He paused for a minute and lit a cigarette, and then his eyes moved back and forth between Rebel and me.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Rebel shook his head. "Naw. I thought you were taking blondie home."

Jace chuckled deeply. "I was gonna, but the lady took me to the bathroom. I'm not really into blonds, but she has a talented mouth and a tighter pussy. Got me off twice in less than twenty."

I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear how good Lola was in the sex department, but it appeared that both men had forgotten that I was there.

"I have to say, she was expecting you, brother." He took a long drag on his cigarette. "But once she saw the size of my dick . . ." He trailed off, leaving the rest to our imaginations.

Rebel laughed.

I'd had enough.

"Jace--" He turned his attention my way. "Would you mind giving me a ride home?" I ignored Rebel's warning growl. "I can pay you."

Jace's mouth curled up at the corners. "Well, darlin', I wouldn't normally turn down a pretty woman, but the warning snarl I just got from your man tells me that if I put my hands on you there'll be trouble."

"He's not my man," I said stubbornly, shooting what I hoped was my own warning look to Rebel. But he didn't look worried in the least.

Jace shrugged. "Maybe not, but you're his woman, and Rebel and I go way back. I'd never fight a brother over a woman." He took a last drag of his smoke and flicked the butt away. "Sorry, darlin'." A thin stream of smoke filtered out of the corner of his mouth. Then he and Rebel exchanged a look, one that conveyed a silent message that only they understood. "See you in the morning, brother."

Rebel acknowledged him with a subtle lift of his chin, and Jace walked around the building to the front parking lot. "What's happening in the morning?"

"Club business." Short and to the point.

I frowned, thinking about the Red Devils. "What club do you belong to now?"

"I'm a nomad, angel. Just like Jace and Moody. We do jobs for whatever MC needs us. Come on." He grasped my upper arm and led me to his bike. "I need to get a few hours of sleep before I meet them."

"So I take it that you're staying at my place again tonight?" I waited for him to mount his bike before getting on behind him. It irked me that he didn't even ask me if it was okay for him to stay at my place.

"Yep. We can deduct it from your debt." He made sure that my arms were snug around him, my hands linked at his lower belly, and then he started his bike.

Only once on the way home did he reach back and jerk me closer, and then let his hand clamp down on my naked thigh. He gave it a squeeze before releasing it, and then we were at my apartment. By then I was tingling all over from a combination of Rebel's body heat and the constant vibration of the bike between my thighs. I supposed that he was used to it, but it was torture for me. With a shock, I realized that I wanted to come.

"Home sweet home." Rebel reached back and assisted me off of the bike.

I stood waiting for him to dismount, but he sat for a minute, staring straight ahead. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something. There was a tic in his tight jaw, as if whatever it was that was going through his mind was unpleasant. His silhouette was strong and compelling, and for some reason I wanted to reach up and smooth away the unspoken worry on his face. I swallowed apprehensively as the silence between us became unnerving, wondering how long we would remain standing there, and then suddenly the sky opened up, drenching us within seconds.

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