Page 3 of Just One Night
“Why?” She says. “What if I don’t want you?” I shrug as I lean back and rest my arm along the bar, leaving my other one on her waist.
“You do,” I say arrogantly. She rolls her eyes, huffing out a breath, and my dick twitches. “We both know I’d be the only one in this place that could satisfy you, princess. I’m the only one here that could make you come. And that’s what you want, right? To come all fucking night?” Her full lips part, her eyes wide as she stares at me.
“You think highly of yourself,” she says.
“It’s because I know it’s true,” I say. “But if you’d rather take your chances with—” I tilt my head toward the bartender, “then be my guest.”
She flicks her eyes between us, her bottom lip going between her teeth as she thinks. When she locks gazes with me again, her face shifts into that sexy look she’d had when I first saw her. She grabs her glass and empties it before dropping it back to the counter.
Getting to her feet, I drop my hand from her waist as she grabs her little black purse and clutches it in front of her. I watch her take a few steps away from me and my stomach sinks, thinking I’d fucked up. But then she turns slightly toward me, one perfect blonde brow arched, a small grin on her lips, and says, “You coming?”
3
HEATHER
Ireally shouldn’t be doing this. It’s a terrible idea to be on the back of his motorcycle, riding to wherever the fuck he’s taking us. He was trying to challenge me at the bar, and I fell right into his hands.
His big, warm, perfect fucking hands.
I squeeze his middle a little tighter, my heart racing when we turn and he leans the bike way over. When I think we’re about to fall, he rights it and shoots forward, making me gasp. I hear his dark laugh over the rushing wind and his hand finds mine, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
We ride for a while and my thighs go numb before he pulls up to his house. It’s his childhood home—the same house I’ve been to a million times before. He turns the bike off, the vibrations still buzzing through my legs, and slides off. He offers me his hand and I take it as I look around the dark, empty street.
“Where’s Bash?” I ask and his lips tighten, his jaw flexing.
“At the clubhouse,” he says curtly. “Why do you wanna know?”
“I was just wondering,” I shrug. “Does he still live here?”
“No, sorry to disappoint.”
“Are you going to elaborate?” I ask, exasperated and look around again.
“No,” he says again. When I look back at him he’s staring intently down at me, then his face shifts and he his shoulders relax. “Let’s get you inside, it’s freezing out here.” I nod mindlessly, ignoring his weird mood shift.
My legs feel like jelly with each step, but he wraps his arm around my waist possessively, holding me to him as he helps me up the driveway. He pushes the front door open and we step inside. It still smells how I remember, it’s just missing the warm dessert smell from his mother’s constant baking. He flicks the light on and I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust.
“Nothing’s changed,” I say, smiling as I look around. The same décor is still in the entry way, the furniture looks the same in the living room.Everythinglooks the same.
“Yeah,” he says tightly. “We didn’t wanna change anything after Ma.” I nod a few times, still looking around as he ushers me toward the couch. I sit down, my stomach twisting into knots.
Why am I here?
He hovers above me awkwardly, his eyes flitting around the room. He looks just as uncomfortable as I do. We’re both cocky, both love a challenge, but right now, it’s gone too far. Maybe he’s thinking this was a mistake, too.
“You want a drink or something?” He asks and rubs the back of his neck, his face flushing pink. “I, uh, I think we have some beers in the fridge.” He throws his thumb over his shoulder and looks around the room again.
I push to my feet, clutching my purse tighter in my hand as I take a step away. “This was a bad idea.” I turn, ready to flee when he grabs my arm. Not hard, just enough to stop me.
“Wait,” he says and gently turns me toward him. “Why is this a bad idea?” I tip my head back to stare up at him. He’d always been cute, but now… Jesus fucking Christ he’s hot.
“I—I don’t know,” I breathe, shaking my head. He smirks, a shallow dimple showing in his cheek. His hand slides from my arm to my waist and he pulls me roughly to him before he rests his hand on my lower back, right on the curve of my ass.
“You’re in your head,” he murmurs as he brushes my hair behind my ear with his other hand. “Stop thinking.” I let out a shuddering breath. “Just go with it, princess.” He lowers his head, his lips brushing against mine.
“Reid, wait,” I say as I press my hand against his firm chest. He pauses and opens his eyes, the dark, royal blue of them holding me hostage.
“Why?”
