Page 32 of Sapphire's Gem
Wylde stepped closer and bent his head to me. I could feel the heat rolling off his body, and my nipples pebbled as a thick thigh touched my legs. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s true. But I’ll let you keep your delusion.”
His mouth was almost touching mine. I could literally stick my tongue out and touch his lips. I closed my eyes as his scent washed over me, as my pussy spasmed.
“Not gonna touch you until you beg me,” Wylde muttered and pulled away. My eyes flew open in disbelief.
“Yeah, let me know how that works out for you,” I replied, and Wylde chuckled. Bastard.
“Get in the truck, Sapphire,” he ordered as he opened the door. I climbed inside and sniffed. The truck had a brand-new smell to it, and as Wylde climbed in, I faced him.
“Is this new?”
“Had it for a month. It’s the new Chevrolet Silverado 1500.”
“It’s nice,” I said, running my hands over the leather seat. “But not really suitable for work?” I looked over my shoulder and frowned.
“This isn’t my work vehicle. It’s my personal one. At work, I drive a Dodge Charger Pursuit.”
“I’ve seen that, the black one,” I said.
“Yup. It’s one of the newer models, so Cassidy and I fight over it,” Wylde said as he pulled out of the parking bay.
“You’re friends?”
“We grew up together in the same neighbourhood. Pissed both sets of parents off when we first entered the army and then the police,” Wylde replied.
I didn’t know that. Actually, I wasn’t aware of much about Wylde at all. He was a pain in our ass, but I hadn’t researched him. That was an oversight I’d soon rectify. I knew he was a good cop and clean, but that was about it.
“And Warrick?”
“He followed us into the army but went on to join the fire department. He’s two years younger than us.” Wylde sent me a smirk. “You can ask me anything, Saph.”
“Only my girls call me Saph.”
“What do lovers call you?”
“Mistress!”
Wylde laughed, and I liked the way his throat moved.
“We’ll see,” Wylde teased.
I turned away, aroused and knowing I couldn’t do anything about it. I frowned as the truck swung into a drive-thru. “What are you doing?”
“I thought we’d get a milkshake,” Wylde said.
“A what?” I asked incredulously.
“A milkshake. What? Don’t badass women of MCs drink them?” Wylde teased.
“You’re stopping for a milkshake?” Was I hearing right?
“Yup. What flavour do you want?”
“Strawberry,” I replied, staring at him in disbelief. Wylde winked at me and ordered himself a chocolate alongside mine.
“What are we doing?” I asked as he drove away after collecting our drinks.
“Having a drink,” Wylde replied as if it was obvious.
