Page 92 of Freaks Of Nature
The word is spoken with a soft growl, and as he holds my gaze, I feel his claim on me in my bones. I know he means it with every cell in his body. It’s in the way he takes me. In the way he ensnares my very soul.
He nods toward my car. “Now get gone before I prove it right here in the parking lot.”
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My cell phone chimes in my pocket as I wipe down the table Jake just cleared of dishes. Straightening, I drop the rag and pull it out to check the message I assume is from Ash.
It’s not.
I like watching you bend.
—Unknown sender.
My eyes dart toward the large window, and my heart gives a kick to my ribcage when I see the black motorcycle across the street, the familiar rider staring me down through the visor of his helmet. His head is cocked to one side while he slouches on the seat, phone still in his hand.
The sight of him does something to me. He’s dressed in all black, per usual, giving him that unyielding air of danger I can’t fucking resist.
A tingling sensation chases across my throbbing clit, and I hear his voice in my head,‘I’m already fucking you.’
The skin at my nape prickles, and I squeeze my thighs together on reflex. Yes, I can feel him inside me, the smooth glide, the pressure, the size of him stretching me, his piercings rubbing my inner walls…
I swallow dryly. My eyes swing over my shoulder across the now-empty diner before I stuff my phone back into my pocket and pick up my rag again.
With a little sway in my step, I’m not at all putting on a show for him when I move toward the last table and turn around, leaning over it with my back arched to grant him a perfect view of my ass.
I can feel his lingering gaze on me. As my hand sweeps over the table with a mind of its own, a heated sensation like palms mapping my body spreads across my skin, and I get lost in my thoughts for a moment.
My phone chimes again. My lips curl into a knowing smile.
“Emily?”
Shit!My spine snaps straight, and I whirl around to face Laura. “Y-yes?” I stammer in shock. Embarrassment flares through me.Does she know what I was doing?
I wring the rag in my hands, meeting her nonchalant expression. “What’s up?”
“You can take off if you want.”
My eyes dart to the clock on the wall behind her. It’s 20 minutes till closing.
My posture relaxes. “Oh, okay.”
I pass the rag into Laura’s waiting hand.
“Have a good night, honey.” She tips her head a little, and the soft curve to her lips gives me the indication she’s well aware of everything, including the man waiting for me outside.
“You too.” I awkwardly wipe my palms on my thighs. “See you tomorrow.”
As I walk toward the kitchen, I resist the urge to glance over my shoulder at the window.
I hang up my apron and clock out before finally checking the last message on my phone.
Bad girl, Emily.
Another flare of heat warms my face. I like taunting him.
I push out of the back door and round the building to meet Mason in the front. I sense his grin behind the visor as I cross the street toward him. He’s leaning forward, gloved hands working the grips of the handlebars. The engine is already running.
“Waiting for me?” I muse, a hand on my cocked hip.
