Candy is leaning against the bar, smiling indulgently. “Yeah, girl. You’d close the place down.”
“Hell yeah. Where’s the manager? I need to get put on the books.”
I march over, not saying a word. I wrap an arm around her waist, lift her off the bar, and throw her over my shoulder like a sack of grain before pivoting toward the exit.
“Tell the manager to call me,” Marigold shouts back at the empty club just as we hit the cool night air.
I drop her on her feet next to her bike. I’m vibrating with a new kind of possessive heat. “The only person seeing how you work a fucking pole is me.”
She bounces on her heels, beaming up at me as if she hasn't just been crying her eyes out five minutes ago. “Wait. You mean I can do the fucky-fucky thing to the pole for you? Hells yeah. It’s going to cost you, though. A girl’s gotta eat dinner, you know.”
I look at her—this beautiful, chaotic, murderous ray of sunshine—and feel the last of my heart surrender. “Get your ass on that bike and get to the clubhouse, brat.”
Marigold snaps a sharp salute. “Sir, yes, sir.” Then she flashes me a wide, wicked grin. “Race you there.”
She’s on the bike and roaring out of the lot before I can even swing a leg over mine.
Fucking hell.This woman is going to be the absolute death of me.
Chapter Fifteen
IraceTomcatthroughthe streets of Coral Cay, the wind screaming past my ears. I’m beating him, of course. His bike is built for power, but my girl is built for speed, and I’m taking every corner tighter than he’d ever dare. He’s likely blowing a fuse behind me, cursing my recklessness, but too bad, so sad. He’s just going to have to get used to it. After spending so many years caged under Damon’s thumb, I need the sky. I need to fly.
He starts to fall behind, so I tap the brakes just enough to let him catch up before taking off again with a joyful, wild laugh.
Catch me if you can, lover boy.
Before long, we’re tearing up to the heavy steel gates of the clubhouse. I have to skid to a halt, though, which takes all the satisfaction out of my win.
Boo.
“She’s with me!” Tomcat yells to the prospect on guard duty, his voice booming over the rumble of our engines.
The words send a shiver straight up my spine. A full body thing. I would absolutely be doing a celebratory dance about that if I wasn't in the middle of savoring my win.
I don't even know what prize I want yet.
More of that thing he does with his tongue, maybe. That wasfun.Especially with the mask. Speaking of which…I hope he grabbed it because it belongs on my mantel at home. I'm already thinking about whether I could convince him to chase me through the woods with it on.
Very spicy. Very yes. Very next time.
The gate slides open with a heavy groan, and I glide through it, shooting toward the front of the club where a crowd of bikers are gathered. They’re tense, as if they’re preparing for an attack as they watch me. If it weren’t for Tomcat behind me, they probably wouldn’t be so cautious. Nope. I’d already be dead. Probably.
I pull my helmet off and give my hair a wild shake, beaming at the wall of leather-clad muscle. I wiggle my fingers at them. “Hiya, boys. Fancy meeting you here.” I giggle at the way their eyebrows hit their hairlines. The shock on their faces is honestly tickling my fanny. “Oh, pick up your jaws, won’t you? You act like you’ve never seen a woman ride before.”
Manic shakes his head, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face. “None that looks as good as you, sunshine.”
I use the back of my hand to toss my hair over my shoulder and beaming at them. “Well, yeah. Obvs.”
Tomcat finally kills his engine and climbs off his bike. The look he gives me is dark, possessive, and promises all kinds of trouble and has those wicked shivers dancing again.
Would he chase me if I bolted right now?
My feet do a little preparatory jig. Testing the ground. You know, just in case.
He must see it in my eyes, because his lips twitch and he shakes his head. “Don’t even think about it, little shadow.”
I push my bottom lip out. "Party pooper."
