Page 6 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

I end the call and then turn off my car.

Ben—or Boss, I guess—gets off his bike and starts walking toward me. I get out and walk around to the front of my car and wait for him with my hands on my hips. “Are you following me?”

He frowns and doesn’t stop until he’s inches from me. “What’s wrong? Why are you parked on the side of the road?”

Instead of answering him, I shake my head. “You better be careful, Boss. You keep showing up like this, I'm going to think you like me or something.”

He walks past me and sits on the hood of my car. “Something wrong with your car?”

I turn around, and he’s positioned himself so I’m standing between his knees. “No, it’s fine. I was talking on the phone and pulled over to do it.”

He puts his hands on my car and leans back. “You talking to Mr. Khaki?”

He knows exactly what he’s doing. My eyes travel down the length of his body and back again. I cross my arms over my chest because I can already feel my body reacting to him. “Are you jealous?”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t answer me. The way he looks at me with such intensity is making me crazy. I wonder what he’d do if I climbed up on his lap. He’d probably push me to the gravel and tell me again he’s not attracted to me. Frustrated, I throw a hand up. “What are you doing here?”

He reaches up and runs his hand through his beard. “I thought you were broke down.”

“And you were just driving by?”

He nods, and I wait for more, but when he doesn’t say anything, I take a step back. “Well, my car is fine, so you can go.”

He doesn’t make a move off my car, though. I wait for him to say something, heck anything, and he just stares back at me. I gesture to him. “Can you get off my car so I can leave?”

He leans up and puts his hands on his knees. For a second, I think he’s going to do what I ask, but he doesn't get up.

I stomp my foot. “Come on. This is getting ridiculous. What do you want?”

He leans forward, and even though he’s not touching me, it’s like I can feel the heat coming off him. He makes a point of looking down my body and back up again. “You don’t want to know what I want.”

I point at him and shake my finger. “You don’t get to do that, Ben. That is not how this works. You can’t tell me that I’m not your type and you don’t want me and then start showing up everywhere I am. We’re not friends. Can you stop showing up where I am?”

He stands up and moves closer to me. I think he’s going to touch me, and I brace for it, but he surprises me by walking past me. I let out a breath, and then his deep, troubled voice has me turning around. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

He comes toward me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Don’t you think if I could walk away from you, I would? Youdon’t fit in my world. My world is dark, dirty, and ugly. It will destroy you, and I can’t let that happen.”

His breathing has picked up, and his hands on my shoulders have tightened. I search his face, and it’s then I see it. Yeah, he’s attracted to me but he doesn’t want to be. He pulls his hands off me, spins on his heels, and starts stomping back to his bike.

My mouth drops as I come to the realization. He doesn’t just want to fuck me; he actually likes me. I run to catch up with him and stand in front of his bike. “Oh hell no, you’re not just walking away after that, Ben Dalton.”

He growls. The man literally growls at me, but I don’t back down. “You lied to me. You do want me.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t say anything else. He just stares at me, his face guarded and grim.

“Admit it, Boss. You want me.”

His nostrils flare. “Yes, I fuckin’ want you.”

He’s not happy about it, but at least he admits it, so I pressure him for more. “So you want me but you didn’t try to fuck me.”

I wait for his response, being more patient than I feel like being.

5

BOSS

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