“What else is new, then?” He looks at me, confused for a moment. “I mean the ladder, the neck tat, what other ways have you taken on your role?”
“My role?”
“Yeah, your role as an outlaw.” I raise my eyebrows as I say it, making him laugh again.
Instead of answering, we just grow silent, just lying in each other’s arms.
“I hate the way I reacted to you in that parking lot.”
“You shouldn’t.” I whisper back. “You don’t have any loyalty to me.”
“Shut up.” He tilts my head to look up at him. “Okay. Just let me say sorry. I won’t say anything else. And I don’t want you to apologize for anything.” He glares at me, telling me not to even try to apologize for leaving in the middle of the night. “Although you didn’t have your phone, how did you make it out of here?”
“I, ugh, called my sister. It’s the only number that I remember.”
“How I didn’t have any calls dialed out.”
“There’s a landline.”
He laughs out loud before adding. “It’s a secured line.”
“And what’s the different? Is that not a landline?”
“Fair enough.” He laughs before leaning into me. His lips grazing mine.
Bolting up as soon as the pounding on the door starts. The sun shining into my eyes.
“Z, wake the fuck up.” Axe calls from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, yeah…” he mumbles. “Shit.” He yawns out, stretching his arms. “I’m sorry, psycho, but I’ve got to…” He trails again as I watch a delayed idea comes over him as he quickly wakes up. “What you are doing this week?”
“Nothing, I guess I’m in between jobs.” I can’t help but laugh out as I say it.
“You guess?”
“Well, since you threatened to slit my boss’s throat.”
“That’s your boss. What a fucking prick.” He mumbles the last part to himself.
“Was… I’m pretty sure if I try to show up, he’ll fire me.”
“Well, possibly my gain. Come with us.”
“What?”
“We’re going to bike week. Come with us.”
“When are you leaving?” I can’t believe that I’m actually considering this. I guess just like last time, there’s something about Zane that makes me do things I wouldn’t even consider with anyone else.
“In an hour-ish.”
“What?” I shout, sitting up, letting the covers fall from covering my tits. His eyes falling to them and he has to bite his lip to keep from smirking. “How am I supposed to be ready to leave in an hour? I have nothing with me.”
“Do you want to come?”
He leans into me, his lips hovering over my skin. “Of course.” Trailing down before taking my nipple in his mouth. When the warmth wraps around it, I gasp. “But you want me to come. You have to stop doing that. I have to get my shit.”
“You don’t. I’ll get you whatever you need.” He says as his teeth latch onto the hardened tip.
