“Shut up,” I said through my teeth.
Ashley took her feet off the bench in front of her and scowled at me. “I didn’t say anything.”
I nodded then shook my head, blinking. “Yeah… sorry.”
“You’re so edgy these days. What’s going on?”
My gaze shifted to the professor and then landed on my textbook. “Just not getting enough sleep.”
She sneered. “’Cause our Halloween slash Bloody Valentine, aka our only chance at Valentine’s Day because we have mid-fucking-terms, is around the corner and you’re missing Dusty’s big—”
“The fuck, Ash?” I loved her but hated when she gushed over my boyfriend and his… package, especially after that morning when sheaccidentallywalked in on him in the shower and saw him naked. All of him.
“Easy. It’s not like he has eyes for anyone else but you, you lucky bitch. But we’re friends. It won’t hurt if you share him a little. He’s got enough for both of us.”
I laughed under my breath. “I’ll kill you.”
She stuck her tongue out at me then buried her face in her textbook, hiding her laughter.
I did miss Dusty, though. Needed him.
The last thing I wanted was to be dependent on anyone, let alone a fucking Night Skull, but I didn’t know what I would do without Dusty at this point.
Despite our past, and my fears The Night Skulls would ruin him, turn him without noticing into another Roar, I had to submit to the fact that he was my rock. Without him, I was vulnerable and empty.
Even though our worlds would never fit together, and the chances for our relationship to work out were less than slim, he was all I had. Against all odds, I loved him with all my heart.
Professor Lathery dismissed the class, and I shoved my stuff into my backpack and headed out with Ashley. She linked arms with me as we strolled into the hallway. “He’s gonna show up.”
“Who?”
“The pope.” She rolled her eyes. “Dusty. He’s gonna come over for Valentine’s.”
“Nah. He called me last night saying he had a lot of work this week. He didn’t even mention he remembered the party.” I pursed my lips, frustrated, climbing down the stairs. “I don’t think a guy like him celebrates the real Valentine’s Day or even knows it exists, let alone a sad, fake, geeky one on fucking Halloween.”
A mischievous smile crossed her face as we got outside the building. “Wanna bet?”
She was wiggling her eyebrows, her short, petite body rocking with excitement. Before I questioned the reason, a bike engine revved on campus and through my heart. My head whipped toward the sound, and I saw Dusty on his Harley. I ran over to him, a huge grin hurting my face.
He gave me his mesmerizing smile, getting off the bike. Then, before I even reached him, he swept me off my feet and into his arms. His lips couldn’t wait to devour mine, burn them with all the passion and the longing he had for me.
I inhaled the musky, leathery scent of him. The smell that took up permanent residence deep inside the corners of my mind and associated itself with arousal. One whiff, and my nipples turned into little pebbles. And with that kiss, I needed to change my panties.
When he finally put me down, I punched him lightly on his arm. “You said you were busy.”
He took off his shades with one hand, the other remained on my waist, his bright eyes so fucking beautiful. “I wanted to surprise you.” His eyes shifted over my shoulder as he smirked. “Hey, Ash.”
“Dusty,” she cooed.
I twisted, staring at her. “What the hell are you still doing here?”
She did that wiggly dance again, her long braid bouncing behind her back. “Wanted to say hi to Dusty.”
“And you did. Would you go please?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just give me the keys to your bike. I’ll drive it home safe.” She stretched out her hand, not looking at me, her eyes pinned to my boyfriend.
“No!”
