Page 20 of Stealing the Biker

I overhear him asking where.

“Outside of my school. I was sitting in fourth period when I had that creepy feeling like someone was watching me. Ya know? When I glanced out the window, I swear he was standing across the road waving at me.”

I crack the door and look out into the hallway, but I don’t see anyone.

“He wants to talk to you.” Kiesha hands me my phone and I try to ignore the way her body presses against mine in the tight space. The sweet smell of her perfume washes over me as she clings to my arm.

I hate the fear I see in her eyes as she stares at me, on the verge of tears. Her bottom lip trembles and I swipe a stray tear from her cheek.

“It’s uh Jimmy.”

“No shit, sherlock. Did you see him?” Prodigy growls.

“No.”

“Where were you?”

“I was in the library.”

“What the fuck for?”

“You told me to blend in. I’ve had to get creative and can’t exactly hang out in the bathroom all day. I can’t sit in the classroom with her.”

“I’m sending someone to the school. Once it’s clear, take her to the clubhouse.”

“Got it.” I end the call and tuck my phone in my back pocket as I glance at Kiesha. Her face is devoid of any color, those gorgeous hazel eyes of her filled with uncertainty and unshed tears. “Don’t worry, brat. I’ve got you,” I remind her. “As long as you have me, no one is going to hurt you.”

“And when this is over, and you go back to your life…to your girlfriend, who is going to protect me, then?”

“Kiesha,” I whisper her name as we move closer to one another. So close that I can almost feel the drumming of her heart. I hold her gaze, unable to look away even though I know I should as my body trembles with a mix of desire and guilt. She shouldn’t be looking at me like I’m some sort of hero.

Right now, with the thoughts I’m having, I’m anything but a good man. She’s only eighteen and I’m almost twenty-one. It’s not that I’m that much older than her, but the fact that I’m supposed to be in a committed relationship that has me questioning my sanity. The way she’s looking at me has me ready to cross a line. Ready to betray the woman I’m supposed to love.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Not now. Not ever,” I swear, my voice laced with renewed determination.

“But what about when you leave?” she asks, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “This will end and then you’ll just be gone. Out of my life. What happens when I need you and you won’t be here?”

I hesitate, knowing that I should be thinking about getting back to Sabrina and the life I promised to build with her and not this girl who is barely legal. There’s something about Kiesha that draws me in, making me want to protect her at all costs. Making me wish I were someone else. That I didn’t have a girlfriend.

“Then I’ll be a call away.” I shouldn’t be making a promise that I don’t know if I can keep.

“Things won’t be the same. We won’t be the same as we are now. In here. In this room. Where we can be anyone we want to be. We can pretend you don’t have a girlfriend and that my father could want to kidnap me, or worse.” She sniffles, tears watering in the creases of her beautifully sad eyes.

“Hey,” I cup her face in my hands, gently wiping away her tears with my thumbs. “We’ll figure it out. Don’t cry.”

She nods and before I can grasp the reality of what I’m doing, I press my lips to hers, desperate to soothe her. All I want is to take away her pain. To make her forget that her world is falling apart. In the back of my mind, I know this is wrong on so many levels, but nothing has ever felt righter. The taste of her sinful lips ignites a fire within me I can’t control. She returns the kissfrantic and eager as her tongue dances with mine. The sweetest temptation.

In another life, I could make this girl mine.

She whimpers into my mouth, making me greedy for more. I kiss her harder and deeper, my skin growing more feverish with every stroke of my tongue against hers. I push her body against the door. One hand above her head, the other gripping her hip, wanting so much more than I’m willing to take.

I nip her bottom lip, slowing the tempo, wishing I could stay here with her tucked away in this closet forever.

The bell for the next period sounds, forcing me to remember where we are and the severity of what could go wrong if I’m not paying attention to our surroundings. Footsteps and voices echo down the hall, growing closer to our location.

Abruptly, I pull away, ending the stolen moment. “I’m sorry.” I run a hand over my hair. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted you to.” She smiles at me, then rubs the soft pad of her thumb across my lips, wiping away her lip gloss.

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