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“Violet brought me, then Rebecca sneaked me up.”
My head rises—Rebecca sneaked her up. The club doesn’t know she’s here. Breanna is bolder than any person I have met.
Before Breanna, I never kissed a girl I cared about. I kissed girls I was attracted to, kissed girls because they were there and I was lonely, kissed girls because kissing girls is what it seemed like I should do...it’s what I saw Dad do and I thought maybe I was messed up for not craving to replicate his behavior.
But never did I gaze into eyes that were so deep with emotion as I have with Breanna’s. I’ve never been with anyone who would risk sneaking into the clubhouse of the most feared group in town just to see me.
A surge of feelings rush through me and I don’t understand any of them. They’re foreign, but I do know that if Breanna doesn’t leave now, then I’m not sure how I’ll be able to let her go.
Breanna wears an off-the-shoulder white sweater with a tank underneath. The urge is to stalk over, pick her up so that her face is level with mine, encourage her to wrap those thighs around my body, crush her back into the door and kiss her until we both forget boundaries.
But that would scare her. It would do more than scare her. It’d shock her into never speaking to me again, but then she’s still here—in this room. She’s entered Terror territory, meaning she’s on my home ground. Her eyes are dark with lust and her tongue slips out as she licks her lips.
“I need you to make a choice, Breanna. If you want things to stay as they are between us, then I need you to walk out that door. Otherwise, it’s going to change.”
She tilts her head as if she’s as lost in emotion as I am. “It’s already changed.”
A part of me mourns for her. She’s the firefly I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep alive, but I shove those thoughts away. Breanna is here and she isn’t leaving, which means she’s mine.
Breanna
WHEN RAZOR MEETS my eyes again, there’s a hunger in them I’ve never seen before. Something feral. Something dangerous. He begins to walk. His body one constant ripple of hard muscle. Instinct screams at me to run, but my body begs to stay. With each step he takes toward me, my temperature runs hotter and hotter.
Within the last three inches of meeting me, Razor quickens his pace, slides his body into mine and winds his arms around me. He wastes no time as he lowers his head and kisses me. No, devours me.
His mouth is moving against mine and it’s a dance that’s easy to follow, easy to get lost in. Tongues exploring, nibbles on top lips, the sucking in of lower. Razor’s hands roam—in my hair, skimming along my spine, winding me tighter and tighter and tighter.
I’m hesitant touching him, terrified of his wounds, frightened of losing complete control and burning in this building inferno. Razor leans his body into mine and I collapse against the door. His lips leave mine for a brief second as we gasp for air and I incline my head to expose my neck. Razor accepts the silent invitation.
Deep kisses along my skin. Ones that may leave marks, but I don’t care. I allow one hand to grasp his healthy side and the other to travel into his hair. Razor’s lips tickle and tease and send this zap of energy straight to the underside of my belly. There’s a curling warmth there. This pulse that is growing in intensity.
I grip his hair at the foreign and fantastic sensations and Razor moans. The sound vibrates along my skin and I press closer to him. The heat from his bare skin radiates through my clothes and I pray this moment never ends.
A knock on the door and I jump. Razor grabs my wrist, pulls me behind him, then shoots me a frozen plea that keeps any question I might have had stuck in my throat. “Stay behind the door and stay quiet.”
I nod as he rubs his thumb over my hand, a reminder that we did just share that mind-blowing moment. He places a hand on the knob and whoever it is knocks again. Razor looks over at me, leans in and kisses me lightly on the lips.
“I promise I’ll take care of you,” he whispers. “You’re safe with me.”
Even with an army of motorcycle guys outside that door, I firmly believe him.
RAZOR
BREANNA SITS CROSS-LEGGED at the end of the bed looking completely sexy and adorable. Her hair is ruffled from when I ran my fingers through it and her lips are still swollen from kissing. The best part is the light in her eyes and that contagious smile on her face.
When I grin back at her, she squeezes my ankle, completely unashamed that less than two minutes ago we were going at it. Damn, she’s fantastic. I sit near the head of the bed and finish the cup of soup Rebecca brought in after I opened the door.
“What time do you have to be home?” I ask.
“Four thirty. Joshua doesn’t have practice, so I asked him if he could pick Elsie and Zac up from school, but he gets overwhelmed with them, so I promised to be home to help. So, that whole near-death thing wasn’t from the gunshot wound, but because you’re allergic to painkillers?”
I nod and she squishes her lips to the side. “And if I asked what happened or why they wouldn’t take you to a hospital, you would say?”
“That you need to trust me when I say I’m fine and that nothing illegal happened.” It’s true. By law, I’m allowed to carry the gun and to protect myself if fired upon. Not reporting the attempted hijacking of the truck and the shooting crosses into the fuzzy area, but I work comfortably in the undefined.
Her lips squish to the side and I change subjects before she overthinks. “I’ve heard Hewitt’s been chatting it up with you.”
Breanna pales out and that’s not the reaction I was expecting. I swallow the last bite of soup and set the bowl on the nightstand. “I know I told you to make him think you were on his side, but is he overstepping into your personal space?”
