Page 88 of Cocky Biker

“No, you can’t, and you won’t.”

Chapter Seventeen

Two weeks later

“Fuck! Taff really pissed off Carter just then, huh?” Jayden joined Belle and Wyatt at their table at Nina’s. “Thought Taff was going to finally get his head blown off.”

Belle frowned. Much as living in the compound back in Clement was bliss, it did make it hard for her and Wyatt to find alone time. There was always someone kicking about, some engine that needed tweaking, or some run to do out on the bikes or in the van.

Which would be fine in normal circumstances … but right now, she felt everything but normal.

Wyatt chuckled. “Carter got what he asked for by bringing his posh bit of ass in here. Of course, Taff was gonna try it on. She doesn’t just have a pulse, she hot.”

“Hey!” Belle pouted.

“Not as hot as you, babe. No one is as hot as you.” Wyatt pressed a noisy kiss to her cheek. “And you know it.”

She mellowed. It was easy to believe him. They fucked every night, twice sometimes, but it was more than that. They went to the diner, took walks on the beach, midnight rides to see the stars over the ocean. With each passing day, their connection was growing. Their initial lust for each other was growing into something stronger. She was learning to trust again.

“Leah, wasn’t it?” Jayden said. “The chick from Pierce.”

“Yeah. Trust Carter to pull when he’s in cuffs.” Wyatt laughed. “Maybe she likes that sort of thing though, dominatrix. Ties her men up.”

“I don’t think so.” Belle took a sip of cola. “I don’t doubt she’s got a backbone. She must have to walk into this compound, but Carter doesn’t strike me as the type to be told what to do by a woman.”

“Hey, Jayd. Get me another drink will you?” Across the bar, Skylar held up an empty beer bottle. “I’m goddamn parched.”

“Looks like you’re still getting told what to do plenty.” Wyatt raised his eyebrows.

Jayden sighed, a deep, from-the-center-of-his-chest huff of air. “She don’t let up. I have no fucking idea how Carter put up with it. God knows I’ve tried, but…”

“Carter didn’t.” Wyatt sipped his beer. “Remember.”

Jayden was quiet for a moment then called across the room, “Get it yerself.”

“I’m talking to Brooklyn,” Skylar yelled back.

“Jesus Christ,” Jayden muttered and made no move to stand.

“Oi!” Skylar blasted out. “Jayd.”

“She just won’t shut up.” Jayden stood. “But this is the last beer I get her, and it’s coming with extras.”

“Like what?” Belle asked.

“A fuck-off message. I’m done.”

“Good luck,” Wyatt said.

“I don’t need it. I just need to stop thinking with my dick.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his worn leathers and sloped to the bar.

“She won’t take kindly to being dumped,” Belle said.

“Might teach her a damn lesson.”

“And what lesson is that?”

“Mutual respect, babe.” He pulled Belle close and kissed her, his lips traveling over her cheek to her ear. “And I’m gonna respect the hell out of you later,” he whispered. “So much fucking respect you’ll need peeling off the ceiling.”

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