Page 62 of The Devil's Weakness

“You liar!” I fire off at him jokingly.

Finally, he joins in the laughter. The rest of the meal went by fairly well after that, especially since Stone left shortly after Blade and I sat down. I learned Bon-Bon’s name is actually Bonnie. Hawk used to be a doctor in the Army, and he was also a Blackhawk pilot. Drama—especially of the female variety—follows Drama wherever he goes. Cap’s role in the Club is Road Captain. SoCo loves Southern Comfort. And Pretty Boy? Well, his blonde hair and blue eyes say it all. He looks more like a model or an actor than a biker.

When the meal is nearly over, I turn back to my almost empty plate and stab the last piece of waffle with my fork. A drop of syrup drips off of my fork, landing on my lip. As I grab my napkin, my tongue darts out, licking it away, and my eyes flit over to Blade again. He’s staring at me with the same intensity he had before we had sex in the basement yesterday.

My core clenches. I’m never going to be able to stay away from him if he keeps reeling me in with that salacious look. Clearing my throat, I use my napkin to wipe the rest of my mouth. Then I ball it up and let it drop onto my plate. I can still feel his eyes on me, without even having to look. I ignore him for the remainder of the meal. I keep my focus on my hands, inspecting my nails and pretending like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen.

When we’re all finished eating, I offer to help Bon-Bon and Kid with the dishes. Blade sits at the table, involved in a hushed conversation with Cap and Drama. When all the dishes are clean, dried, and put away, I approach the table, and the conversation stops immediately.

“You ready to go, little girl?”

I cringe at the fact that he used the nickname in front of his friends, but I don’t make a big deal about it.

“Sure,” I agree with him.

He leads me back upstairs and into his room. I take a seat on his bed as he heads to the closet. He opens it and grabs my backpack off of the floor, tossing it over to me. I’ve never been so excited to see an inanimate object before in my entire life. It’s something that belongs to me, and I’ve got it in my possession again. As soon as he hands it to me, I inhale, letting the smell of my house permeate my senses.

“Wait a minute… you had my stuff up here the whole time? I could have worn my own clothes to breakfast, you know.”

“Yeah, but I like how you look in mine.”

I roll my eyes and open my bag. Standing, I rid myself of Blade’s boxers and throw a pair of my jean shorts on, forgoing the underwear at this time since I don’t have any clean pairs with me. My shorts aren’t too dirty, but I refuse to wear used underwear.

“You should go commando more often, little girl.” Blade is right behind me suddenly, wrapping me in his arms. He lifts the hem of my shirt up just enough to find the waist of my shorts. Dipping his hand inside of them, he runs a finger through my slit gently.

My body goes rigid, but only for a moment before quaking with need.

It annoys the crap out of me.

“You can’t keep distracting me like this,” I tell him, my breathy voice betraying me.

“I can do whatever I want to you.” Blade removes his hand and turns my body, so I’m facing him. “You’re mine.”

“Yeah, you keep saying th—”

Covering my lips with his, he teases them with his tongue. I open my mouth to him.

His words make me weak, and his touch makes me ache.

I hate that my body responds so strongly to both. Staying out of his life might be a lot harder than I originally thought.

Chapter Nineteen

“If you don’t stop tryingto seduce me, I’ll never make it home,” I say against Blade’s lips.

“That’s entirely a possibility then because I don’t plan on stopping. Ever.”

Surprisingly, he’s the one who pulls away first.

“Here.” He pulls something from his back pocket, and my eyes widen in surprise.

It’s my cell phone.

“I—I’m allowed to have it back?”

“Listen,” he begins, sitting me back down on the bed. “I know you didn’t come here willingly. I doubt you’d even be in my life if things hadn’t gone the way they did a few days ago. But you’re here now. And while I’m not exactly letting you go, you’re not a hostage anymore.”

I’m afraid to ask my next question, but something tells me he already knows it's coming.

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