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“Nope.” I hold my hand out in front of him. “I don’t need to know. Don’t tell me.”
“Fine.” He huffs. “Make things more difficult than they need to be.”
“Don’t you dare sass me.”
Simon steps forward, pressing me harder into the giant rock I’m already pinned against. “You want to talk aboutsass?” His gaze trails mine, drops to my lips, and then back up. His chest rises and falls, his breath ragged. He places both hands beside my head, caging me in.
My heart races, and I grow uncertain about how far he's going to take this, and how far I want him to. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking, orfeeling,any of this. I have a boyfriend—three of them. I am satisfied with my relationships. But am I really? When they keep pushing me away, practically shoving me into the arms of this man in front of me. Still, that's no excuse for straying, and even though my body practically begs me to stop teasing this forbidden line between us, my mind knows this isn't right. I might be in an open relationship with three men, but Simon is their enemy, and that means he's off-limits.
That whatever he's about to do next is off-limits.
“Simon…” I warn him.
He lowers his voice. “You should have been mine.”
A chill rolls down my spine. “But I’m not. And I never will be.”
Not as long as I’m with my men. They would never tolerate it. They’ve made that much clear from the second they found out I knew who Simon was. They may insist that he be my bodyguard, but they would never be okay with anything more. Even if, lately, he is proving to be better for me than them.
They had warned me that they’d kill us both if we entertained it. And either way, whether Simon means something to me or not, how could I allow him to get hurt if I decided to be selfish?
Because of my feelings for him, I’d never risk it.
I guess at the end of the day, we both care about each other’s safety more than anything.
“You think I don’t know that, love?” Simon’s breath touches my cheek. “That no matter what, you will always be out of reach…”
“I’m—”
Simon interrupts, “Don’t you dare say it.”
Lights flicker up the hill, and the sound of motorcycles alerts us that Simon isn't the only one who knows about this place.
“God damn it.” He shoves off the rock and puts distance between us.
Distance that I am grateful for, because if he hadn’t, I don’t know what would have transpired. I don’t want to be wrong, but how can I resist something thatfeelsso fucking right?
“Simon…”
“We need to leave, love.” He stalks over to his bike, latching onto the helmet he let me borrow and holding it out toward me.
I take it into my hands and wonder who else has worn this thing before.
Sarah.Heart emojis.
I clench my jaw and shove the thing over my head.
Simon reaches for the straps, but I shrug him off.
“I’m fine, I’ll get it myself.”
But after a few failed attempts and the sound of the bikes getting closer, Simon insists that he secure it. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he tells me and meets my gaze through the visor. “I’m not being fair.”
“None of this is fair.”
The headlights of the bikes crest the ridge of the hill and point directly at us.
“Get on the bike.Now.” Simon throws his leg over and immediately reaches for my hand while using his other to turn the thing on. He repositions the gun at his waist as he puts the bike into gear.
