Page 52 of Uncharted Desires
The motorcycle has been removed from the street.
“Come with me,” I say as I scramble off the sidewalk, my knees cracking audibly, and I reach my hand out to Sawyer. “Come home with me.”
He looks at me, eyes shining across his dirty face. “What about your brother?”
“As much as I hate to admit it, he’s gonna love you.”
I know he will.
How can he not when I do?
Epilogue
Blake
Three weeks later
“ARE YOU SURE about this?” Sawyer asks as we stand in front ofSkin on Skin’sback entrance.
I flash him a grin. “Let’s do it.”
I’m about to remind him how fuckingrudeit was that he had me entering the premises through the front gate, waiting in line every time, but I bite my tongue.
We have more exciting things to worry about tonight.
A soft beat of familiar music spills from the speakers as we walk, hand in hand, through the staff hallways until we reach the main room, and I take a lungful of the smell I’ve already grown accustomed to—leather, sweat, and sex.
We’re halfway through the crowded space, slipping through the square couches, each occupied, when I glimpse the back of a giant figure pushing against the wall.
A familiar face flashes above a muscular shoulder, cheeks flushed dark red, and it takes me a second to realize what the fuck I’m looking at.
I exchange a concerned look with Sawyer, and as if we’ve rehearsed this before, we launch forward at once, elbowing people on our way until we come to a stop by the wall where thebouncer presses his giant forearm against Xander’s neck, cutting off his air supply.
“Hey!” I punch his back as hard as I can while Sawyer grabs his arm and tears him off my friend.
Yeah, his way is much better.
Xander slumps against the wall, struggling to catch a breath, his hand clasping his neck.
“What’s going on?” Sawyer asks, both our gazes ping-ponging between Xander and the bouncer.
“Nothing,” they mumble in unison.
“What do you mean,nothing?” I palm Xander’s arms, making sure he’s okay. “What did he do to you?”
Xander coughs. “Really, it’s nothing.”
The bouncer stays mute, and I send him the dirtiest look I can muster.
Turning my attention back to Xander, I open my mouth, but he doesn’t let me speak. “Don’t worry about it. I have to scram; I have a thing.”
“What do you mean you have a—”
And before I can finish, he’s already pacing toward the exit.
“You!” I snap to the side, accusatory finger pointing at empty space, as the bouncer is already strolling away in the opposite direction.
I shake my head in disbelief and turn to Sawyer. He looks as confused as I feel. “What the fuck was that about?”
