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My arm lifted, fingers snagging her chin. She tried to duck her head, but I lifted her head tighter, mad that the light in the pool hall was dim and warm, making it hard to see the depth of the injuries.
Este’s gaze flicked to the side, making mine follow to find what she was looking at.
Not what.
Who.
The Novikoff brothers.
Her face.
Their faces.
Rage, familiar and molten, rose up through me, dragging a growling sound out of my chest.
I was half-turning toward them when Este’s hand grabbed desperately at the hand that was still holding her chin, fingers digging in.
Her other hand rose, grabbing the other side of my face, forcing it back toward her.
For just a beat, I registered a kind of panic in her round eyes.
But then she was going up on her tiptoes, pressing her body to my chest, then sealing her lips to mine.
My fucking mind went blank.
The world narrowed down to her. The soft press of her lips, the crush of her breasts to my chest, her fingers on my cheek, her arm that slid from my wrist to wrap tight around my neck.
Maybe it was the surprise of it—not expecting her to reach for me at all in public, let alone at her workplace—I lost any sense of common decency as my one arm anchored around her and my other hand went to the back of her neck to angle her back so I could take the kiss deeper.
I did just that, my lips pressing harder, my tongue seeking hers, my mouth swallowing her soft sighs.
It wasn’t until my cock started to threaten to go from interested to at full attention that I finally began to break away.
Este’s eyes fluttered open, looking up at me all soft and turned on at the same time.
“Want to get out of here?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
It was hard to form a single thought other thanFuck yeah.
But I did eventually manage to rasp out, “Aren’t you working?”
“I finished early,” she said.
Was there a hint of a false note there?
Maybe. I was honestly too intrigued by the idea of getting her alone and naked to pay close enough attention to her tone or unspoken clues.
“Let’s go then,” I said, reaching for her hand and practically dragging her along with me through the pool hall, ignoring the knowing smirks from my club brothers and a few whistles from townspeople who’d just witnessed our little pre-mating ritual right before their eyes.
“Where are we going?” I asked. “Your place? Mine?”
“Yours,” she decided when she spotted our bikes parked on the street. “But we have to take a walk to pick up Trix in a little bit.”
I could do a lot of good work in a ‘little bit.’ Especially in an empty clubhouse where she would feel comfortable getting as loud as she wanted.
“Ever been on a bike before?” I asked as I got to mine.
“No.”
