AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Didn’t hear you come in.”
“Not surprised, considering how long you were under that shower. I brought you some clothes. I had to guess your size, but I think they’ll fit. You can dress in there,” Irish ordered as she studied something on her mobile.
A frown crossed her face, and then she shoved it away in a pocket.
“All okay?” Slick asked, tilting his head towards the now invisible phone.
“Yup. Get dressed. I don’t like half-naked men in my room,” Irish said bluntly.
Slick bit his tongue. He nearly asked her if she liked naked men, but that was too close to flirting. And while she was beautiful, he wanted the entire package. Not a quick fuck. Irish wasn’t his perfect woman. Even though, before Summer, he’d have put moves on her. She was most certainly attractive. Shaking his head free of those thoughts, they went to places he didn’t want to go.
Slick grabbed the bag on his bed and walked back to the bathroom. For guesses, Irish hadn’t done bad as the tee, jeans, and boxers fit. She’d included some socks, a sweater, and a toothbrush.
“Thank you for last night,” he said when he entered the room again.
“You were an idiot. Fangs could have picked you up, and you were in no condition to fight. Rage could have lost a brother,” Irish shot his thanks down.
“Shit happens. Might have been a blessing,” Slick retorted, sitting on his bed.
“Think that girl would think so?”
“Probably… after I shattered her heart,” Slick said as his gut clenched and he felt sick.
“Broke your own, too,” Irish stated.
“Yeah.”
Silence, but it wasn’t an awkward one. Irish seemed to be thinking, and Slick wanted to know what. But he guessed pushing her would lead to a fight.
“Sure, something isn’t wrong?” he finally asked gently.
“Shit’s perfect as usual. I’ll take you to the bar, and you can collect your bike. The bartender offered to put it in the shed they had there to keep it safe.”
“Decent of him.”
“I paid him fifty bucks. Pay me back later,” Irish said shortly.
“Will do,” he promised.
The silence fell again, and then Irish looked at him.
“Isn’t it time to leave?” she asked.
“Sorry. I’m taking advantage of you,” he muttered.
“Yes, and I have stuff to do. Come on,” she ordered, getting to her feet and walking out the door. Slick shoved his filthy clothes in the bag, grabbed his keys from the side, and followed.
???
Luckily for him, his bike was still there. Irish dropped him off and disappeared without a word. Slick scowled after her, but there was a lot of gratitude in him. She’d taken care of him when she didn’t have to and made sure his ride was safe. Slick now owed her—again.
He was dragging when he entered the Rage forecourt half an hour later and saw Apache and Ace sending scowls in his direction.
Drake came out of a bay, and Slick raised a hand and vanished through the gates that led to the compound.
Without a word to Savage, who was on the gate, Slick headed for the clubhouse. Not many were present, although those that were sent him worried looks as he stormed through it, heading for his room. Once inside, Slick closed the door and tuned out the world. He wasn’t surprised when, ten minutes later, Drake burst through and kicked the door shut.
“Where have you been?” Drake demanded.
