“Everyone keeps making that goddamn threat,” Gent spread out his arms, clearly amused. “But I’m still here, brothers.”
Cross turned to Ace, ignoring Gent. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
Cross never brushed off his duties to the club. He took his position as vice-president seriously, and everything he’d done since joining had been about the Killcreek Drifters. And Ace knew that.
“Alright.” Ace nodded.
Cross left the house, heading to his bike. There were things they needed to sort out, and he wasn’t leaving until they did.
Chapter Fifteen
Addison had taken a shower and put on leggings and a t-shirt. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she hadn’t bothered drying her hair or putting on makeup. She was looking forward to a lazy quiet day. That was abruptly ruined when she heard the rumbling engine coming down her street. She expected it to pass by, but it got louder until it cut off.
She made her way to the front door to peek out the window, but the sharp knock had her jumping back.What the hell?She angled her head toward the window, seeing him standing on the porch. She opened the door, glancing up at Cross.
“What are you doing here?”
“You left.”
Of course she did. Had he expected her to stay? She backed up when he started forward, practically barging into her house. “Yeah, sure come on in, Cross. Don’t wait for an invitation.”
He circled around her living room and stopped in the center, grasping his hips. “We need to talk.”
“Okay.” She slowly closed the door. “About what?”
He lifted his chin. “You like being in my bed last night?”
She sucked in a breath. Could he get more forward with his line of questioning?No.Heat spread from her chest to her cheeks and she rounded the coffee table, creating distance. A barrier of sorts. Truthfully, she didn’t trust herself around him.
“What kind of question is that?”
He arched his brow. “A yes or no one?”
It wasn’t that simple. Considering their history, admitting anything left her in a vulnerable position with a man who ran hotand cold at every turn.But honestly, yes, I liked it. A little too much.
“Well,” she swallowed the lump in her throat. “I could ask you the same thing. Did you like having me in your bed last night?”
“Yeah. See how fucking easy that was.” He narrowed his gaze. “And I would’ve liked you there this morning. But you fucking took off.”
What the hell is happening?He wanted her to stay? Then shouldn’t he have mentioned that at some point?I’m not a goddamn mind reader.
“Wait a minute,” she held up her hand, a wave of fury rushing through her veins. “You ordered me to stay last night, Cross.”
“Yeah.”
She widened her eyes. “There was never a mention of this morning and since we’re on the subject, if you want me in your bed, how about an invitation rather than an order.”
His jaw squared. “You want that written or verbal?”
She scoffed, twisting her lips. “You’re being an asshole.”
“At least, I’m fucking honest.”
She flinched as if she’d been struck. What the hell was he talking about? She’d been honest and more vulnerable with him than most people in her life.
“And I’m not?”
His scowl deepened. “That night at the clubhouse. Why did you leave?”
