Page 6 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“How about the fact I want to rip that get-up off of you and fuck you against the building right now?”he asks and for a minute my heart stops.My body feels flushed and heat invades my system, inching up my spine.

I take a big drag off my cigarette, hoping the nicotine soothes me.It doesn’t.Instead I’m having visions of Devil fucking me, my body pressed into the brick as he slams inside, filling me...

“Did I leave you speechless, Angel?”

“Just enjoying my cigarette,” I tell him, doing my best to keep my voice even and unaffected.

“You should give those up,” he responds.

“Why’s that?”I ask, shaking off the ashes of the cigarette and taking another drag.I’m going to have to get back to the others, and I wish like hell I didn’t have to.I can’t stay with Devil though.It’s not safe…or sane.

“Because I want to kiss you.”

“And my smoking would stop that?”

“No, but I’d rather taste you than a cigarette.”

“You smoke though.Isn’t that kind of a double standard?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to stop smoking so I’ll kiss you?”

“If you want to kiss me, Angel, fuck yeah, I’ll give them up.”

“Just like that?”I ask before I can stop myself.I ground my cigarette under my shoe, but I never look away from him.

I’m not sure I can.

In answer, Devil takes his cigarettes out of his pocket and throws them on the ground.I watch as they hit the green grass and then his foot comes down and smashes them under his boot.

“Exactly like that.”

“I better get going,” I tell him, feeling unnerved and very tempted to kiss him.

“Don’t leave,” he orders—and it’s definitely said like an order.

“I need to get back before they miss me,” I explain, but we both know I’m running and we know why, because I’ve not been entirely successful in hiding my reaction to him.

“Give me something,” he says as I start to turn away.

“I’m not kissing you,” I tell him, because I know if I do there will be no coming back from it.

“I could make you like it,” he says.I see a ghost of a smile on his face.His lips are mostly hidden by his well-groomed beard, but when he smiles his forehead crinkles.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I tell him with complete honesty.

“Then give me your name.”

I start to lie to him.It would be safer to lie, but for some reason I find I don’t want to.

“Torrent,” I tell him, and start backing away, unable to turn away from him.

“Torrent…” he repeats and he says my name like it’s candy on the tip of his tongue and he’s savoring it, enjoying the flavor so much he’s memorizing it.

Damn.

“What’s your name?”I ask him, and when I do I fully expect him not to tell me.I know that a road name is special and most men only go by it.

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