Page 54 of Laila Manning
Zeke led the way out through the still-crowded bar with his hand possessively on my back, steering me through the masses until we hit the sidewalk.
“What were you talking about?” I questioned him as he led me toward his black car sitting at the curb in VIP parking.
“Business.” He responded.
“Then why did he look at me like that when he said it?” I countered, not interested in dropping the topic with his brush-off answer.
“Because he likes to live dangerously on the edge of life and death, always one smart-mouth response away from taking a bullet between the eyes.” Zeke scoffed as if Diesel were some perpetually misbehaving child he had to discipline.
I dug my heels into the concrete and forced him to stop. “Does he traffic women?”
Zeke’s eyebrows creased, and he leaned against the side of his car, watching me. “Why would you ask me that?”
“That’s not an answer,” I complained and then took a deep breath. “I don’t know what he wants with me. All of my experience outside of my interaction with you leads me to believe that he does bad things to women.”
“Then why do you trust him?” He threw back instantly.
“I don’t.” I shook my head, confused. Then his words from earlier flew back into my mind.You touched him. Long before you ever touched me.“Zeke.” I sighed, hating that he felt like he’d somehow come in second place when he was the first and only man to ever make my body sing for him.
“Drop it.” He cleared his throat. “He doesn’t traffic women. But he does have sex slaves who for the most part agree to their dynamic. Though not all of them, and I’m not going to tell you anything else about it.” He held his hand up when I opened my mouth to counter that information. “What Diesel Ames does in his bedroom does not interest me, Dove. The only thing about him that I care about is business-based.”
I paused, forcing my lips to stay closed until I was confident that what I wanted to say wouldn’t be misconstrued. “And what about with me?” I leaned back against the door of his car so he couldn’topen it and end the conversation before I was ready. “Because you’re acting like I’ve done something wrong because he continuously pops up around me. Yet all I’ve done is obsess over you since the moment I met you.”
He stalked over to where I leaned against his sleek car before resting his forearm on the roof of the car behind me, leaning over me. “You’ve obsessed over me?” He tilted his head to the side, and I could tell he was trying to let go of his frustration over the biker. So, I rewarded him. “Tell me how.”
Pressing my hands to his abs, I leaned into him, like I had any claim to his body or permission to touch him. Had he not made me come hours ago on my boss’s desk, I might have stressed about it. But not now. He made his interest known, and I was going to lean into it. “You’ve heard me when I dream.” I tried my best to sound seductive, and judging by the way his nostrils flared slightly as I spoke, I was pretty sure I was doing a good job. “You’ve heard me scream your name. Those weren’t nightmares, and you know it.”
“Tell me about them.” he demanded, ignoring the busy sidewalk around us, though I was pretty sure he was still aware of every person and car moving at the same time. That was just who he was, always alert. “Tell me what happened in them.”
“Well,” I licked my lips, and his eyes fell to them as excitement burned in my belly. “The night you woke me up specifically, you were making me come.”
“Dove.” He growled, stepping closer until his hips pinned mine to the car. I didn’t fear him or the contact. I didn’t even worry about his intent or the effect I was having on him as a man.
I craved it.
I craved the power I felt when he looked at me like that.
“Do you want to know how?” I pushed, pressing my luck and testing even my own limits.
“You know I do.” He lowered his face, so his lips were right above mine. “Tell me how you came for me.”
“These lips.” I breathed against them, mustering up all my strength and courage, high on the attention he had given me all night from his seat at the bar, “Your tongue. And your hands.” I purred without even meaning to. “God, I came for you so hard.”
“Get in the car.” He growled, dusting his lips over mine as he pulled the handle on my door, “Or I’m going to show everyone on this street how fucking hard I can make you come.”
I ducked under his arm and slid into the front seat, high on adrenaline and hormones, running my hands over my legs as he shut the door behind me with a feral look in his eyes.
Did I just poke the bear until he turned into a beast?
Oops.
“What are you doing?” I froze as I took in the sight before me.
Zeke sat reclined on my couch with a packet of paper in his hands, reading.
The kink quiz.
We had gotten home from the restaurant a while ago, and thankfully or not, I’m not sure, the temperature between us had cooled down a touch on the way home. So I went and took a shower to wash the smell of alcohol off my skin while Zeke relaxed.
