I knew I was a little. And I kind of did stalk him, but it wasn’t the same way he had stalked me. Every logical part of me screamed to not seek him out, but I did anyway.
“Are too.”
“What about the girl you came with?”
“A girlfriend of one of my friends. She needed a ride here, but is leaving with him.”
“Oh.”
“What? Disappointed you went feral for me for no reason?”
“I did not go feral.”
“Maybe not entirely, but you were so, so close. Now I have to figure out what is going to push you over the edge.” His lips pressed against my neck, his kiss sending a shock of heat to my core.
A bike pulled in, catching Rook’s attention.
Then there was an entire line of them, their engines revving until the ground shook beneath me. I watched as Rook’s friends headed to their bikes, everyone slipping on helmets and getting on.
The first newcomer drove past without a helmet, cocking an eyebrow as his eyes raked over us.
“Get on the bike,” Rook said through gritted teeth.
“What. Why?”
“We have to go.”
“I just got here.”
“Too bad,” he said, shrugging off his jacket to hand to me and then grabbing his helmet. “Put these on.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m about to speed and if you fall off, maybe you’ll survive with these. Put them on, now.”
“Rook!” I yelled, shoving them back at him. “If those are my choices, then I won’t go with you.”
“They already saw you with me, and I promise, they will grab you if they think it will get me to come back for you.”
“Would you come get me?”
“When you have the option of getting on the bike right now? No. Either get on the bike or be fucking bait if you think that’s a better option than going with me.”
“You really wouldn’t?—”
“Fucking hell, Regan,” he said, shoving one of my arms into his jacket. “Now is not the time to work out if I care about you dying or not.” He forced my other arm in and zipped the jacket up before slamming the helmet on my head.
“Ouch!” I yelled.
Aiden’s bike screamed as it passed us. The blonde girl was on the back again, holding on to him as he lifted the bike up onto one wheel. She made it look so easy, but I was already terrified.
Rook wasn’t wasting any time.
“The second I tap your hand twice, hold on tight because your life literally depends on it,” he said, getting on the bike and waiting for me to climb up behind him.
Before I could ask any more questions, chaos erupted. The new group of bikers had parked, half of them getting off their bikes and throwing punches at anyone who stood too close, while the other half spun their bikes until smoke clouded myvision. The scene had turned into a frenzied blur of screaming bikes and burning rubber.
By the time I wrapped my arms around Rook, pushing against the tank to hold myself up, he was already pulling out. The rest of his group came down the road with us, six bikes surrounding us as he headed for the highway.
