No siree.
Bree lunged at the guy, wrapping her arms around his big shoulders, where he effortlessly picked her up. Their lips clashed, shifted, and joined as she wrapped her legs around this guy’s hips, climbing him like a flipping tree.
Bree kissed the guy in a way that Dex had never kissed a woman in his life. It was like a romantic, mushy movie his mother would watch, that Dex avoided at all costs, but this, he couldn’t stop watching.
It was so hot, Cap cleared his throat while ducking his head. Ash tugged on his collar with keen eyes and wide jaw, while Ryder just scowled.
‘Come inside.’ Bree grabbed the biker’s hand and led him to the cottage. ‘Make yourself scarce, Pop.’ She closed the gate, and then slammed the front door shut behind them.
That broke Dex’s trance. No way! Who kissed like that? His brow ruffled, his lips tightening into a thin line. He wasn’t jealous of this guy, but he was protective over Bree like a sister. In fact, he was closer to Bree than he was with his own sisters.
‘Consider me gone, kid. I’m not staying while the devil is in the house.’Charlie swaggered angrily to the wrought-iron gate and grabbed his duffel bag and shouted at the closed door of the cottage, ‘Make sure that mongrel pays for what he breaks, coz I’ll call the cops on him if he steals anything, ya hear?’
There was no answer, which was rare for Bree who never ignored her grandfather.
With his bottom lip pouting, his brow furrowed, Charlie flung his duffel bag over his shoulder, adjusted his hat and swaggered off in his bandy-legged walk.
‘Where are you going?’ Dex asked Charlie.
‘To meet Lenny. He’s picking me up, so I can sit in the pub for a few days.’
Bree’s laughter and squeals of joy carried through theopen windows of the cottage. It made Charlie shake his head and walk faster away from the house.
‘Phew.’ Ash exhaled heavily, kicking his boot in the dust. ‘I’ve never kissed Harper like that. Or any other woman. You, Cap?’
Cap just shook his head. Speechless.
‘CHARLIE!’ Ryder’s voice boomed like a shotgun blast in the air.
The old man stopped and turned.
Ryder stomped after him. ‘Who is that man?’
‘The devil.’ Charlie frowned towards the house, then his scowl deepened at Ryder. ‘He’s Bree’s husband, and it’s your fault he’s here.’
Twenty-six
‘Mr Purrington, what do you think you’re doing?’ The large ginger cat was meowing at the front door of Sophie’s tiny one-room apartment, as she sat at her small table, editing photos on her laptop. ‘Are you seriously saying you want to go outside? And walk?’ Not when the cat usually got dragged on its stomach with legs splayed out like it was body surfing the hospital corridors while trying to get the furry beast to walk.
Then someone knocked on her front door.
Dressed in her sloppy T-shirt and shorts, she opened the door.
‘Dex?’ Her heart hammered in her chest as her blood spiked with heat.
The lord of dusty lust, in jeans, boots, a killer tight T-shirt, and his sexy black hat, stood in her doorway. Dex was the last person she expected to see—so of course she looked like she’d crawled out from under the bed after playing with the dust bunnies.
‘I thought I heard you.’ Mr Purrington wrapped around his ankles. ‘I believe Miss Sophie Pendleton was telling you off, cat.’ He scooped the orange fur ball into his arms. ‘Hello, trouble.’
The lucky cat purred loudly, rubbing against Dex’s large fingers.
‘So, this is where you live, eh?’ Dex brushed past her, his scent spicy and manly, like the man he was. ‘Big bed.’
His presence took up the entire room, which wasn’t hardwhen her bedroom, living room, and kitchenette were in the same space. It was the size of a motel room. At least it was big enough to swing an orange lump of a fluffy cat around.
‘It’s pretty small,’ said Dex.
‘It’s bigger than my car, so I’m not complaining.’ She pushed down the lid of her laptop, hiding her photos. She wasn’t ready to show the world what she’d taken, and she didn’t need to let Dex see how many photos she’d taken of him.Stalker much.‘Why are you here?’