Page 10 of Devoted Love: A BWWM Romance

“What about—”

His lips crush against mine in an unspoken request. “Twenty minutes.”

“Nineteen and counting.”

“You’re not serious?” Sarah turns in the seat beside me.

I obey every traffic signal, pushing the speedometer, ensuring my time doesn't expire. The tick of the clock in my head keeps the cadence of my breathing regulated. It keeps me from questioning Sarah's behavior in the club.

"Whatever you're thinking…don't." My gaze darts to the digital clock on the dash and over at Sarah. She drops back to the seat, crossing her arms.

I pull into the company garage stopping beside her car. It’s the only one left on the floor.

“Ryker.”

“Goodnight, Sarah. Drive safely.”

"Fine." She climbs out, slamming the door. Her steps drag crossing the short distance.

I pop the gear into reverse and position my car as if to leave, and she picks up her pace. I wait until she exits the garage, and I break every law to make it back to The Dungeon. I'm changing lanes and speeding like a man possessed by a fairy.

How did the tables turn? I start the night questioning Erik to chasing Jordan like a dog in heat.

I’m ten minutes late. I skid to a stop sending smoke from my tires. I double park popping on my hazards. I run to the door as a pink fairy exits the club.

“Jordan, I’ll take you home.”

“You’re late.” She glances around me crossing her arms.

“I’m double parked.” I reach out my hand.

Jordan turns back and hugs the woman. The man waiting walks toward me.

“Liam Walsh.”

"Ryker Colin." We shake hands.

"Ryker, my wife loves Jordan like a sister." I glance over at his wife, acknowledging her. "Please don't make me regret trusting you with her."

“X and Ryann are friends.”

“But tonight, she’s on my watch.”

I appreciate his concern, but it's unfounded. However, I've had time to observe "the guys" as they call themselves. At first, I found it intriguing watching Ryann with her friends after experiencing her under formal conditions at the law firm. It's a sisterhood, much like my relationship with Erik.

“You have my word.”

Liam walks back to Jordan and gives her a hug. He whispers something to her.

“Love you guys.”

“Don’t forget to text me,” the woman calls out.

“I will.”

I reach for Jordan’s shoes and surprise her when I pull her up into my arms. We don’t talk as I take her back to my car. I exhale satisfied to have her with me, alone, for the first time.

I turn off my hazards, checking my mirrors. “Where am I taking you?”

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