Page 81 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“To be in a normal relationship with a crazy guy. I think I’m crazy.”

“If you’re crazy, I’m crazy. But your ex is even crazier.”

The front door swings open.We both assume it’s Gideon, because there’s nothing dramatic at all about the door opening up. It’s exactly like you would walk into your own damn house. Which is exactly what Ruger Blackwood is doing. He looks red in the face, probably from the long road back here.

My body reacts to him before I even realize he’s standing there. I flinch and then my body races towards him. We’re like magnets. Beautiful, fucked up magnets. He stretches out his arms, even if his face maintains his stoic detachment. He left on a bad note, but I know from looking at him and his stern ass face… that man missed me.

I ignore the smell of herring on his cut when I throw my body against his. I don’t think at all, actually. I just act. My arms wrap around Ruger’s muscular torso and my heart flips. I’m crazy. This man made me fucking crazy. That’s the only explanation for this. My head presses against his chest. His heart is racing. I’ve never heard it beat this fast. He hugs me back — despite everything. I feel like choking. This feels so good… but so serious. I don’t want to pull away, but I couldn’t if I wanted to. Ruger holds onto me so tightly that I feel every emotion in his body surging through mine. He wants to protect me. He’ll do anything. He’s the first man who ever did anything.

“I love you,” Ruger whispers. Only I can hear him. “I’m sorry, baby. But I’m not letting you go and I’m not letting your ex-boyfriend leave here alive.”

His arm around me suddenly feels threatening. Ruger’s body tightens and his bicep becomes more like a constrictor. Air heaves through my lungs as my body presses against him. This dangerous bastard is hard right now. That scares me.

“I know he fell for it,” he whispers. “Which means I have to kill him. I’m sorry.”

He releases me. I freeze, completely overwhelmed by what I feel for him. He’s back, which means the last of my attackers isdead.

“Gideon has him in the shed,” I say, and then I pull back. “But you can’t kill him, Ruger. We should let him go.”

“Can’t go to jail if a bear does it,” Tamiya says in a clear effort to break the tension. She must know as well as I do that onceRuger’s mind is set on something, he won’t change it. This man is stubborn if nothing else. Firmly convinced he’s always right. Deeply possessive. Loving like no other man I’ve met.

“Gideon has him in the shed?” Ruger repeats. There’s no getting through to him now. He’s a missile locked on to a target. His eyes narrow, black covering his blue irises. I feel chilly.

Before Ruger takes a step,a loud gunshot echoes throughout the house. Notfromthe house, but loud enough to be from the shed.

“GIDEON!”Tamiya yells, running for the door. I almost go after her, but judging from the look on Ruger’s face, my ass better stay right where I am before he goes absolutely fucking psycho on me. Ruger glares at me like there isn’t potential chaos happening outside his door. A gunshot. Somethingfarmore important than his anger towards me.

“You better sit your ass right there,” Ruger says. “Don’t move a muscle to go crying over your dead ex-boyfriend.”

I glare at him. “I am not in love with my ex-boyfriend, Ruger.”

“But look at all that he did for you,” Ruger says, dropping his army duffel on the ground and moving close to me so quickly, I swear that crazy man is going to hit me. But he stops about a foot in front of me. I hear Tamiya screaming. I want to push him out of the way and run around him so badly, but what exactly would be the point of slamming my body into this impossibly stubborn wall of muscle.

“I don’t care what he did for me. I don’t want him, Ruger. I want you.”

He scowls. “I don’t…”

“Don’t youdaresay you don’t believe me,” I snap at him. “I could have been deep in fucking nowhere Texas right now with all the time you’ve been gone.”

He loses his ability to hold up that tough I-don’t-give-a-shit expression and I see the love on his face that he’s so fucking scared to show me. I touch his cheek. The stupid copper and blond stubble just makes him look more evilandmore handsome. It isn’t fair. Nothing about this man is fair.

“I missed you,” Ruger whispers.

Tamiya reappears in the doorway. “You all have to get out here,” she says. “Now.”

“I’m busy,” Ruger says.

“Okay well get un-busy, because that dumbass shot himself and nobody here is a nurse.”

Ruger turns visibly red. His body tenses up. I wonder if I’m getting through to his stupid conscience, or if he’s really going to let jealousy control him and he’sreallygoing to let my ex-boyfriend bleed out on the ground.

I want to believe in him. So I close my eyes and I tiptoe as high as I can go, kissing him on the lips. Kissing the devil shouldn’t feel this good. Ruger makes it impossible to pull away from what should have been a quick, guilt-inducing peck. His hands drop instantly to my hips and he squeezes me possessively before yanking my body against his and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

I missed you,his tongue seems to say.I fucking missed you.

His body shudderswith utter relief as we kiss and I know I should be the one to break away, but I can’t. It hurts how much I missed this man. I don’t want him to kick me out. What the hell would I even go back to? And why the hell would I want to leavesomeone who fought like he did to protect me when nobody else would? I can handle his darkness.

And he can handle mine. Ruger’s dick presses against my thigh and it almost makes me pull away from him out of guilt, but I still can’t stop myself. He’s the one who slowly pulls away from me, but only because Tamiya is yelling at both of us. I’m too deeply sucked in by Ruger’s kiss to make out her words at first.

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