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Kenna took a deep breath and then looked up at me for a moment. Her normal hard shell was gone, and she looked stressed and vulnerable. It was refreshing to see that side of her, if only for a second. Then she seemed to realize she’d let her guard down with me and stepped away.
“You should let Jesse know.” She let out a shaky breath as I sent off another text.
“Let’s ride.” Trigger headed for the door.
Dirt was a wild, unhinged member of the Las Vegas division of Devil’s Reach. He’d hit the jackpot at Treasure Island Casino years back and built himself a little paradise outside the city. I knew Trigger rarely went there because Dirt was unpredictable and often partied with the wrong company at the wrong times. But his ten-foot concrete walls, unlimited supply of weapons, and the fact that he was loyal as the day was long to the DR made his place exactly where we needed to go to wait.
“You ever rode on a bike before?” I asked Kenna as we headed out into the hot night air.
“Better fucking not have,” Morgan grunted. “She knows the rules.”
“Yeah, trust me, I’ve tried. She lasted five minutes.” Rail winked at me and moved my attention back to her.
She laughed. “Depends on what you mean by ride.” She took the helmet, and I lifted a brow at her, my interest piqued by her comment.
She shimmied up her skirt so she could swing her leg over the seat. The slit that helped her get on her knees that morning gave me a shot of her smooth, toned thigh. I eased in front of her and tried to control myself as I slid between her legs.
“Tuck your dress in tight,” I ordered. “I don’t need anything else to distract me.”
“Shouldn’t I be in the front?” she huffed behind me, and I flicked her an evil look in the mirror. “All right.” She huffed and wrapped her hands around my stomach. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
She put up a good front, and I admired that about her, but I wondered what kind of toll the night had taken on Kenna. From what I knew of her, from the moments she’d let me in, she could take a lot. She could hang fine with Minnie, Tess, and the rest of them, but it didn’t mean she was comfortable with their lifestyle. Though God fucking knew what Cameron had exposed her to over the years.
This woman both drove me nuts and intrigued me; I just couldn’t figure out what I wanted from her. Or didn’t want. I felt her legs tense around me and reached back to rub her thigh. She relaxed again, and I found myself wishing she was indeed sitting in front of me.
Kenna
Grim pulled the bike over next to Trigger’s near some parked vehicles. I licked my dry lips and thought about a drink. My nerves were shot, and during the ride, a lot of things I’d tried to push down for the past month had come creeping back into my head. I didn’t want to let the guys see how upset I was, or they’d start to ask a lot of questions. The fact that I couldn’t share the truth with them about what I had going on really made things hard. But I knew I couldn’t. Not ever.
I hopped off the bike and let my skirt fall back in place. I clipped the helmet to the back of the bike and drew my fingers roughly through my hair. I was too exhausted to care much about what I looked like. I glanced at Grim. He hadn’t moved off the bike. He watched me with that intense gaze he often wore. I wish I knew what he thought about when he studied me like that.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” A man who I guessed was Dirt approached us. He was dressed in skinny jeans, and a t-shirt with a DR cut over top. His long, curly hair was swept straight back over his head and hung down his back. He looked me up and down before his eyes went to Grim.
“This here’s Kenna,” Trigger drawled as he swung a leg up over his bike to sit sidesaddle.
Dirt held a massive bong that swung around as he turned back to me. Fire flickered from the big concrete bowls set around the walls. Their light played over his face. “You’re a tight little package.” He squinted at me, and I raised my chin at him. His lips curved up in his drug weathered face. “Oh, you got some fire in you too.”
“That she does,” Grim grunted, and I turned my head to glare at him.
“She yours?” Dirt asked him. “Because if she’s not?—”
“I am.” I didn’t need another man with his hands on me tonight. Dirt stepped closer and looked into my eyes.
“Pity.”
“Not for me.” Grim slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
“Well, come-come. Your guys should be here soon, but until then, get behind the walls.” He seemed to snap out of his trance and waved us to follow him through the steel gates.
“Be careful with him,” Grim whispered into my hair then urged me forward. “He’s used to getting what he wants.”
“Like you?” I looked up at him, and his gaze moved to my lips.
“Exactly like me.” He tapped my ass to get me to move faster.
Dirt’s place was impressive with its open-concept, huge, raised pool, hot tub, and lounge chairs. Full outside kitchen and bar all set behind solid concrete walls.
“Can I offer you a drink?” He waved around. “Please get comfortable and help yourself to something to eat.”
