Page 40 of Sinful Skulls
I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Okay, I’ll pack up.”
He gives me a light smack on my tush and then heads down the stairs.
I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes, excited to be spending another day with Brody. With him by my side, I’m sure I’ll forget all about what happened in Paris. I hug the little dog that Lexie gave to me. She’s the sweetest.
Brody comes back inside from loading up as I’m finishing my breakfast.
“What’s this?”
“A note to Lexie. I feel bad for leaving without saying goodbye.”
He nods. “I’m glad you two hit it off. Lexie can be difficult.”
“I like that she’s real.”
“A real pain in the ass,” he jokes.
“Stop.” I shove him in the arm as I stand.
“Naw, I’m just kidding. That was the most relaxed I’ve seen Lex in a long time. Thank you for helping her out. I know Ash really appreciated it.” He glances over his shoulder at the painting I did of them.
“It was nice getting to meet your friends,” I tell him as we head out the door. “Lexie told me to prepare myself because you have a whole lot of them.”
His laugh is quickly becoming my favorite sound.
We’re both quiet as we enjoy the ride through the Sierras.
Life is strange. One minute I’m planning an entire year in Paris, and the next I’m in the middle of nowhere with the biker I just met.
The one who has brought my body more pleasure than I thought humanly possible.
I stare at his hands, tattooed and tan. You can tell that he works with them. They’re rough and strong. My thighs squeeze together, and thankfully he doesn’t notice. He’s in his own world, enjoying the drive.
What’s even more strange is that I have no idea where we’re going. No one knows where I am. He could be taking me anywhere, to do anything with me, and I’ll admit that excites me. I look away from him, ashamed that I’m having these thoughts. I know Brody is a good man … but pretending he’s not … oh my god, stop. What is wrong with me? Are my morals really that far in the toilet? How far does my darkness run? Am I capable of doing the things my family did?
No.
Stop. I’m just spiraling.
“So, you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask, hoping conversation will keep me out of my head.
He chuckles. “Don’t you like surprises?”
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Wait. Yes. Yes, I like surprises.”
“What else do you like?”
I blink at him.
“Come on. Tell me what your first thought was when I asked that question.”
I turn away from him, unable to answer.
“I’ll let you in on where we’re going if you tell me,” he teases.
