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Peyton wiggled on the seat in front of me, and I tightened my arms around her, making it harder for her to move. We needed to discuss what had happened and figure out how to handle it.
I pressed harder on the throttle, pushing my bike to go faster. My place was the closest, the house I’d purchased as an investment property but ended up moving into when I needed a break from the constant noise of the clubhouse. The twenty-minute trip took half that, and I waited until the garage door was closed before letting her go. The second my arms loosened, she was off the bike and ready to fight.
Good. I was too. I was ready to go at her, scream at her for how stupid she was. Except all the events of the night suddenly crashed down on me. I hadn’t rested since I came to, and all that aggression, all the pent-up energy I hadn’t been able to release barreled to the forefront.
“Are you kidding me?” Peyton said, snarling as she ripped off her bulletproof vest and threw it to the ground.
“Am I kidding you? I think you have the roles reversed, baby. ’Cause the way I see it, you have to befuckingkidding me right now.” I leaned over her, snarling right back. “I’m not the one who decided to go rogue and kill those motherfuckers, making a bad situation fucking worse.” My voice rose until I was practically screaming by the end.
“You have a real funny way of saying thank you for saving your damn life,” Peyton yelled back. Spinning on her heel, she looked around for a moment, then stomped to the door and yanked it open.
It banged against the wall so hard I was sure there was an indent of the door handle in my drywall. Watching her walk away—again—caused something to snap inside of me.
“Get back here,” I shouted, following her into my house and slamming the door behind me.
“Fuck you, I’m leaving.” She kept walking, not sparing me a backward glance.
Steeling myself for a fight, because there was no way I was letting her leave again, I raced past her and turned to block her path to the front door.
“You think you can leave? You think I’m going to let you go?” The toes of our boots touched, and we shared the same air.
“You ungrateful caveman. What the hell was that? Did you think you were being all white male savior by throwing me around? Forcing me on your bike?” Peyton threw her hands up but didn’t step away.
“I think I grabbed you and got us out of a situation that could have turned really bad for both of us if we were caught. Your team said no death. And you took out two of their members. Their fuckingpresident.” I raked my hands through my hair. “I had it. I was going to duck behind a tree. Corven couldn’t shoot for shit. Everybody knows that.”
“Right. And the one time he figures out how to aim, it would have been when he had you unarmed and backed into a corner. And what about the other guy? It only takes one bullet to kill.”
“So you thought killing them was the better option? What happened to letting them live and making them remember, or whatever the fuck Tyler said?” Fear bled into my fury. Not for me but for Peyton and what this could mean for her. How this could affect her. “Hell’s Spawn won’t forget this. They won’t let it go.” I’d killed before and hadn’t blinked twice. It never occurred to me to feel guilt or remorse. When I killed, it was because a line was crossed so completely the only way to deal with it was death. “They might accept that they lost. They were idiotic enough to think they could force you into working with them. But they’re going to want to blame the death of their president on someone, and they have two options. They can go after Bridge City or Redemption, and they’re stupid enough to think they can win against both.”
Peyton scoffed. “Don’t think so highly of them. First, they came after us. We were only leaving them alive so they’d remember what we could have done if we wanted to.” She took a step closer. “We’ll regroup, figure out the next move. This is on me, not you. We’ll handle it so there won’t be blowback.” She took a step back and glanced around. I knew what she was thinking. Recognized that look in her eyes from when she kneed me in the balls in her aunt and uncle’s bathroom.
Peyton thought she’d get away again, but she would find that I was a quick study, especially with her. I’d memorized her tells. If I had to tie her up to keep her with me, that was exactly what I’d do.
She’d willingly walked inside my house. Willingly killed to protect me. Peyton had sealed her own fate.
“Stop trying to get around me. Get it through your head. You aren’t leaving until I let you.”Which will be never.
“Let me?” She snorted. “Seriously. What do you want from me?” She crossed her arms over her chest and started pacing. “Sorry I shot two people and saved your life. Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.” Stopping, she turned and clenched her teeth. “I’m the stupid one for going there and having your back. Should have let you fend for yourself.” Jesus, the sass on this woman.
She leaned in until our faces were inches apart. Her cheeks were flushed pink, from anger or from yelling at me, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I wanted all her emotions, positive or negative, everything she could throw at me.
We glared at each other, neither saying a word. She licked her lips, and that small act was enough to break me.
I grabbed her face and mashed our lips together. In one step, I had her back against the wall. Continuing to move my lips over hers, I gentled the kiss.
I swallowed her tiny whimper, and when I went to pull back, her hand gripped the back of my head, keeping me exactly where I was. Whatever was left of my sanity cracked, and my hands skimmed down her body, cradling her ass and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I pressed my harder-than-stone cock up into her.
The sound she made was music to my ears. Fuck, I was going to devour her.
I needed room to play with her, but my bedroom was too far away. The couch would have to do. I fell backward onto the cushions and positioned her knees on either side of my hips.
My hands went to the hem of her shirt and whipped it off over her head. “I thought you hated me,” I said between kisses down her throat.
“I’d have to care about you to hate you,” she retorted as she reached for my shirt, tugging at it until I helped her take it off. I ignored the sting of her words, knowing they were a lie. Peyton cared about me. Nobody killed for people they didn’t give a shit about.
I flipped her onto her back and got to work stripping away the rest of the layers that separated us. When we were both down to our underwear, I paused to take in her body encased in a sensible sports bra and black cotton panties. Damn. She really was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen.
Pressing a hand to my dick, I willed myself to calm down. “Look at you.” I pulled off her sports bra and sat back on my knees as my fingers went straight to her pebbled nipples. “You are everything I could ever want.” Lust made my voice rough.
