Page 39 of Ride Hard
“Then why are you still fighting me?” heexclaimed.
“Because you’re taking me to the last place on earth I want to be. Because there’s more to you than just a mindless biker carrying out the orders of your president. Because there’s something you’re holdingback.”
“You know nothing,” hesnarled.
Leaning toward him, I stared him straight in the eyes and curled my hands into his T-shirt.
“You think I’m just some dumb girl with an attitude problem,” I murmured. “You think I can’t handle myself or make any rational decisions. You think I need a man to save me. Well, you’re deadwrong.”
His eyes darkened. “You need to let mego.”
“You need to tell the fucking truth, Chaser. Why did you push me away lastnight?”
“You’re walking a dangerouspath…”
“Why?” I tugged him toward me. “Tellme.”
He growled and pulled away, throwing open the door and climbing out of the car. I watched as he paced in front of the hood, his fingers pinching the bridge of hisnose.
Well, I suppose things were well and truly cracked open now. May as well go the whole hog and roll around in theashes.
Getting out of the car, I strode toward him and raised my hand. My palm connected with his cheek and the crack echoed along the empty road. Epic improvisation rightthere.
Chaser stared at me in shock, rooted to thespot.
I stared right back, my body humming. From the tips of my nipples, right to my clit, I crackled with frustration that could only be rubbed out on the hood of the car with Chaser on top andinside.
I had a feeling things between us would always come to this point. A tense standoff on the side of a road someplace, staring one another down like angry wolves on the border between fucking and mauling each other todeath.
Someone was trying to kill me to get to my father? Sowhat?
Chaser practically kidnapped me? Sowhat?
That was a gray area anyway because I went with him freely, to begin with. It was everything since that made me realize… I didn’t know anymore. All I could see was Chaser standing in front of me, his chest heaving and his gaze raking over my body. His eyes, his lips, his chest, and the dirty fantasy of his cock plowing into me on the hood of the car. Right here, rightnow.
We came together in a blaze of heat, his mouth taking mine with deadly accuracy. His arms circled around me as his tongue twined with mine, exhibiting a ravenous hunger that was hard tohandle.
I melted, giving myself to his touch with an eagerness that was alarming. The kiss went deeper, the tension in my body coiling to a breaking point. His lips moved against mine, my tongue dove, my hands roamed, and all sense of where and when ceased to exist. All there was, was thiskiss.
His taste only made me want him more. He was so wrong for me, but I didn’t care. My hands roamed over his back and grabbed his ass, and my clit flared as he tensed. Fuck me… Literally,fuckme.
Finally, he pulled away, and I stumbled back against the car, my knees buckling. My heart thrummed in an erratic beat that was borderlinepainful.
I wanted to kiss him again, and go all the way to the finish line, but something told me to stay still.Don’tmove.
Chaser grasped my face in his hands and looked at me for a long time before hespoke.
“You’ve fallen headfirst into the snake pit, and you don’t even know it,” he murmured. “It’s better you knownothing.”
“I passed the point of no return the moment you showed up at Teasers. Full disclosure, Chaser. That’s what Iwant.”
He tensed and loosened his grip on myhair.
“I’m ready,” I murmured. “I’ll drop the smartass act. I’ll stop trying to run away. I’ll stop and listen to you. But you have to be honest with me. I want to make my own choices. I want to choose, you hearme?”
“If I go…” He swallowed hard. “If I take you someplace else, we’ll have two criminal organizations on our tail. It’ll neverstop.”
“I don’tcare.”
He sighed, his gaze lowering to my lips. “Ido.”
I tensed, my heart twisting inside my chest. “So the only choice I have is between two evils? You understand you’re taking away the one thing I want the most? You get you’re taking away myfreedom?”
“I’m sorry, Sloane,” he whispered, letting me go. “If I have to choose between Fortitude or death, I’m choosingFortitude.”
