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"Fuck, baby. That was so fucking hot," I say. I grab one of her hands and wrap it around my aching cock, now hard and straining in my jeans. "See what you do to me? What do you do to all of us?"
I know we've talked about exploring this together, and I guess making her come finally crosses that line. She rubs her tiny hand along the ridge of my cock.
"You better cut that out before I park and fuck you against my bike on the side of the road."
She chuckles at me. Fucking. Chuckles.
"Oh, you think that's funny?"
"Mhm," comes her soft, deep, sexy little response, as she runs her hand up and down my shaft again. She's fucking teasing me. And I'm surprised to find myself loving it. She fiddles with the bottom of my leather jacket before sliding her other hand up the ridges of my abs. I'm suddenly regretting taking the long way home. I'm vibrating with need.
The hand on my cock joins her other as she scoots even closer to my back and runs her hands up my abs and over my pecs, stopping briefly to tweak both nipples. I growl a warning into the headset.
Both of her hands sink lower, running over my obliques and down what women call the "sexy V" of my body. Her thumbs sink under the waist of my jeans, skimming the top of my pubic bone, and I hit the gas, desperate to get home before I explode.
Chapter fourteen
Angelo
Iwatch from my car down the block as Nikki walks out of her apartment with three men. I don't love the idea that she's hanging around with these guys, but hopefully it means she has some protection. Someone in her life that she can rely on.
"Maddox Garrison, Axel O'Connor, and Beckett Caine," Matteo's voice says over the car's speakers. I took pictures of them and sent them to Matteo for a bit of reconnaissance. "From what I can find so far, Axel and Beckett were both in the foster care system. Maddox has a few speeding tickets in his name, but Beckett's a registered sex offender. Something about a foster sister when he was a teen, but the case is sealed. I guess he did some jail time."
I grip my steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. I twirl the toothpick in my mouth and shift it to the other side, clenching it between my molars.
"Dig deeper. I want to know everything about the men in her life and if they're safe. Keep it dark, though. No one can know who we're looking at or why."
I hated the state of her apartment when I broke in an hour ago. A crappy apartment on the crappy side of town, all her earthly possessions in one bag, ready to run at any moment. Her shitty car she locked herself in.
I wish I could talk to her. I wish I could give her a hug. I wish I could help her out in a way that wouldn't put us both at risk.
I want to follow them, see where they're taking her, if they'll move her in with them. Obviously, she thinks they can be trusted, but I don't trust as easily. I need proof.
I need to know I didn't just send her into a more dangerous situation than the one she was already in.
Chapter fifteen
Axel
Hearing Nikki come on the back of Maddox's bike has us all nearly feral by the time we get home. Beckett doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. When we get through the front doors, I'm ready to pounce on her and make her make that noise again.
Beckett sets her backpack down by the front door and retreats to his room. I'm sure he assumes things are going to get hot and heavy.
But before I can grab her and kiss the living shit out of her, Maddox grabs her bag and stomps up the stairs. Nikki's looking embarrassed, ashamed, nervous, and sad, but follows him silently.
He throws her bag on the bed of the spare bedroom with a huff.
"Care to explain to me why you were living in such a shit hole?" he asks angrily, arms folded across his chest. She winces. I want to jump in and protect her. Tell him to fuck off and leave her alone, but she answers before I can jump in.
"It's the only place I could find that wouldn't run a credit check and takes cash."
He nods, the tension dropping out of his body, while his face remains drawn with anger.
"This is your room now. You're not going back there."
Her head hangs. I expect an argument, for her to fight back, but she's resigned to stay. Assuming it wasn't one of the crack heads living in her building that broke in, it was the people searching for her.
I try to soften the blow. "You'll be safe here. No one knows where you are, and we have an extra room," I run my hand down her arm, trying to comfort her.
