Page 51 of Blue

“Once we were in the bathroom, he tried to get me to fuck him. When he went to kiss me, I bashed my face against his. It didn’t work. I missed his face, crushed my nose, cut my mouth on my teeth, and pissed him off. He shoved me against the wall, and then you came for me.”

I released a ragged exhale. “I should’ve fucking killed him.”

“Nah,” she said in a gritty biker voice. “We can’t have murder capping off our first date.”

“You can’t fucking joke about this.”

She lifted a brow. “I’m serious. Murder would mean involving the MC or involving the cops. Either onewould ruin our night.” She combed her fingers through my bangs, pushing them off my face. “We had a bet, Blue, and I’ve wanted to get you into bed for months. Tonight is my chance.”

And just like that, her simple words turned me from pissed to petrified. Why the fuck had we made the bet? This was the last time I trusted Hana.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked.

I shifted my gaze to hers.

“When you said I was yours?”

I took the washcloth from her hand and tossed it into the sink. “I meant it.” I stood from my squat and leaned against the counter.

Kiss bit her lip. I could see a question in her eyes. I didn’t have a fucking clue what the question would be or if I’d be able to give her an answer.

“I’m not blind, Blue. Since the night I walked into Indulgence, it’s been foreplay between us. I flirt, and you do, too. But you never make a move, so I do. And then I don’t see you for a couple of days. I promise not to give you come fuck me vibes, but then you start kissing me.” She rolled her eyes. “I even asked Jazzy if you were gay.”

Panic and a tremble started deep within me, vibrating out like a cataclysmic earthquake.

“Blue.” She jumped to her feet. Before she could reach me, I sidestepped away from her.

“Fuck.” She stilled. “Are you gay? I mean, it’s okay if you are. Or if you’re bi because I know you like me, too.”

I scrubbed a hand down my face. “What did Jazzy say?” I thought of the girls, of Dozer, Romeo, and the others. Did they sit around and hypothesize about my issues?

“She said she didn’t know. I asked her if you fucked Bullet’s whores. I asked her if you fucked the sweetbutts at the MC. I’m going crazy because one minute we’re making bets about making me come, and then you won’t let me touch you.” Tears filled her eyes. “God, I’m so fucking into you, and I feel like I’m begging you to please like me.”

Words were like acid on my tongue. I wanted to confess, but I’d made promises to myself. I was never fucking acknowledging shit. If I didn’t talk about my past, it never happened.

“Blue?”

“Fuck.” With one hand under my chin, I jerked my head and cracked my neck. “I’m into you,” I said. “Only you.”

She put her hands behind her back and took a step toward me. “I’ve told you every dark, dirty secret about me. You’ve seen me at my worst. You’ve seen me dope sick, you’ve seen me so high I couldn’t keep my eyes open. You know every sick thing I’ve done for my addiction, and you’re still here. Why can’t you trust me? You have secrets, too.”

I held still, my gaze drilling into hers. “I’m only into you, Kiss. There’s been no one else, ever.”

“No one?” Her brows pinched. “Are you a virgin?”

My heart pounded. Truth was worse than the lie. I’d never fucked a woman, and my sexual experiences were weaponized in pain and betrayal. I’d been at war with my sexuality since the first depraved touch of a monster intent on my destruction.

I froze as she came closer.

“Don’t say anything,” she whispered. “Unless you want me to stop.” She fingered the edge of her T-shirt and tugged it over her head. She was fucking beautiful.

Full breasts and rosy nipples covered in white lace and sheer silk. With her arm twisted behind her back, she unhooked the bra. The straps tumbled down her arms, catching in the crook of her elbows.

Hooking a finger in the material, I tugged her bra the rest of the way down her arms. She shivered, and her nipples puckered. Blood flooded into my dick, and pressure built in my balls.

I grazed my knuckles along her quivering tummy, reached the low waistband of her jeans, and popped the snap. I stared into her eyes as I held the metal tab and lowered the zipper.

I was a live fucking wire, zinging with electric current, and riding a sharp edge. A hot and intoxicating cocktail of fear, arousal, and adrenaline slipped through my body.

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