“And when I don’t need you to keep me warm?”
“Well then, psycho, I’ll finally let you get off.” The throbbing starts again. “And I’m sure you want that. I’m sure the bike vibrating between your thighs all day has made it hard to concentrate.” He smirks, looking over before looking back at me and licking his lips. “I bet it wouldn’t take you much right now to turn you into a babbling mess in my hands.” He steps into me, his hands coming down and resting on my hips. “I bet your pussy is throbbing.” I mean, now that he mentions it. “I can imagine your poor swollen little clit, just begging for me to bite it.” I have to force my thigh together.
“That’s not playing fair.” I gasp out and he laughs.
“Come on, psycho, I won’t ever play fair when it comes to you.” He smirks at me, leaning in again and this time pressing his lips against mine.
The fire crackles in the dark as I walk back over to Zane with a drink for both of us in hand. He looks up, smiling at me as I sit down, handing him a can.
Something about Zane when he smiles. It lights up his entire face, which otherwise seems intimidating. I lean into him as he wraps his arm around me after opening her beer and swigging some. The rowdy group around us jokes with one another. One is playing a guitar. There are a few of his brothers around him singing. A couple of guys seem to have a heated conversation about something. I’m not sure if it’s going to turn into a fight or not. Axe and Ella went to bed a few minutes ago.
Ro and Sadie sit next to us, and I’m surprised to see her sitting in-between his thighs and if you look close enough, you can see him running the tips of his fingers just inside of the hem of her shorts, but almost as if they can hear me looking at them Sadie leans over and whispers something into Ro’s ear, his eyes light up, nodding his head before they make their way back towards the tent.
“That’s crazy.” I mumble.
“What?” He looks at me, kicking his leg over the log and pulling in between them.
“They’re just…” I trail off because I don’t know the right word to use.
“In love?”
“Yeah. What is it about everyone here? They all seem infatuated with their partner. That’s not real life.”
He laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “I like to think that people eventually get a couple of happy chapters. If you’re careful, you can hold on to them.”
“That’s really cheesy.” I mumble, sipping my beer and he laughs again.
“What can I say?” He leans into me again. “Deep down, I’m a hopeless romantic, but shh, don’t tell anyone.”
“I think what you mean to say is that you’re drunk.”
“Maybe a little.” He laughs again.
“Maybe enough that you won’t remember saying that tomorrow.”
“Nah, not that drunk.” He shakes his head. “Just buzzed enough to say it out loud.”
We sit around the fire for longer and I can feel the chill sinking through me. Zane’s arm is still around me and I can’t help as the shiver cuts through me.
“You cold?” He whispers into my ear, raising an eyebrow at me, causing me to shake my head, telling him no, that I’m not. “Liar.” He laughs into my ear again. “I was just fucking with you, anyway.” He tells me as he pulls over the blanket that sits to his side and wraps it around us, pulling me in even further.
I take a couple more sips on my beer as I look around the fire, seeing how not a single one of Zane’s brothers are paying us any attention, in fact no one in the vicinity is even looking in our direction, except for one of the girls that I remember seeing last night at the clubhouse, one of the girls who was giving me a side eye. I can see in her eyes that she knows I don’t belong here, and even if I couldn’t see it her bluntness earlier, telling me it definitely did.
For some reason Ella and Sadie’s words resinate in my head and I can’t help but stand up quickly.
Maybe I’ve drunk just enough to let my emotions flow freely, just as Zane had done earlier when he told me he was a hopeless romantic.
I step out of the way of the circle as I act like I’m going back over to grab another beer, but I keep walking away, just to clear my head.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I murmur to him, not wanting to admit it to him.
“Come on.” I hear him walk closer towards me until he’s standing right behind me. “Where’s my psycho that tossed a body down a mineshaft and got tacos on the way home?”
I’m not sure if the scenario or his nickname for me makes me laugh more. “Sorry, it’s stupid.”
He scoots in behind me before wrapping me up in his arms. “Come on, if we’re going to be stuck together for the net 2 weeks, you’ve got to talk to me.”
