Page 27 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2

I’m trying to hold my tongue, to keep myself from getting pissed off, but I’m done with the back and forth. He’s either in this with me or he’s out. Planting my hands on his chest, I push him back so I can tilt my chin up and see him.

“I don’t want to walk away, but I can’t wait forever. Tell me right now…right fucking now that you want me to and I’ll stay. But you better mean it because if you let me get off this bike, I will never talk to you again.”I declared my love for him, for fuck’s sake.He grimaces, and his brows hike up his forehead.

Well shit. I hadn’t meant for it to be such an ultimatum.

Riggs drops his hands to my waist, crushing my arms between us. He’s up close and personal with me when he says, “If I lose someone else, I’ll never survive. That includes you.”

“So you want me?” I grin.

Wasting no time at all, Riggs leans in and kisses me, sparking a fire in my gut. The moan that escapes me is sexual, needy, wanting. I want more of him, his hands on my body, his fingers threaded through my hair. His cock inside me. Riggs agrees and lifts my outer thigh to swing it over the bike to face him so he can part my legs and settle in between them.

When his tongue nudges my lips, I open for him. Our tongues tangle, deepening our kiss and our desire. One long arm wraps around me, and his other hand snakes up my arm, across my collarbone to sweep up my neck and dive into my hair. My hair winds around his fingers as he coaxes my head back and trails hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses over my jaw and down the column of my throat.

“Riggs…” I cry, clenching my thighs shut around his as little jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my pussy, igniting me.Fuck, I need more.

“Yes, Outlaw?” he breathes in between kisses.

“Let’s take this back to my house. I’d love to do this on your bike, but not at school.”

A distant chuckle has me opening my eyes and my nerves on edge. Across the parking lot, Jonas is standing with a group of his football buddies. His glare is blazing a trail across the blacktop, boring holes in the back of Riggs as he watches us—me.Creep.

He crosses his sizable arms over his chest, his chin tilted back. A smoky haze surrounds the guys as one adds to it by blowing smoke from his nose. The others are laughing and messing about, but not Jonas. Jonas is plotting murder, or at least that’s what it looks like. I shrink under his stare, grateful for the distance between us.

“Shit, I’m down for taking you right here on my bike.” Riggs chuckles, his tone suggestive and raspy.

“Let’s try it, but not here.” Catching on to something in the way I said that, he cups my shoulders and leans back to look me in the eye.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just Jonas and his cronies are over there.” He looks over his shoulder, but I stop him. “Don’t look at them. We don’t need to fuel his fire by letting him think we notice him. Let’s go.”

Riggs lifts me off his bike. He’s already strong for how little he has eaten lately. I can only imagine how he is going to be after a few months with Kai in the gym.

When my feet plant firmly on the ground and he’s readying his hair to put his helmet on, he says, “What about your parents?”

“Company dinner. Usually I have practice, so I don’t have to go, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them. They’ll be out well into the night. Staff is out as well.” Mischief glints in his already heated eyes, swirling through the iciness and giving them a wild edge. He reaches for his hat, but I snatch it off my head before he can get it. It’s officially mine. His eyes narrow at me, but I stick my tongue out. “Mine.”

“Just like my hoodie?”

“Just like your hoodie.” I grin.

“Staff?” Riggs backs away.

“Yes,staff.”

Averting his gaze, he nods his acceptance and when I think he plans to back out, close up on me, he says, “Then what are we waiting for?”

CHAPTER13

RIGGS

Before I letthe thoughts of just how fucking out of my league I am slip in, I plow through the front door of Charley’s house and slam it shut behind me. The house is massive, like… disgustingly massive. You could house a small army here. I’ve always seen it from the street, passing through her neighborhood, feeling completely out of place, but it never registered how large herestateis.

All the houses in the neighborhood are oversized, decadent, and expensively decorated. These rich folks love to overindulge in the things their money can buy.

“Earth to Riggs…” Charley waves her hand in my face. “Jeez, I didn’t peg you as one to ogle our goodies.”

There is a smirk plastered on her face when I look at her, breaking my flowing train of thought that is bitching about rich pricks. Being around Charley, it’s easy to forget that she lives in this neighborhood. Her Jeep is nice, but it’s a basic model and while those are still expensive, it screams nothing like J’s Lexus or Foxy’s Mercedes. Hell, even Kai’s Challenger seems more luxurious than her Jeep. This place, this house, the neighborhood, it isn’t her at all.

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