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“He asked me to bring Violet,” he continued. “Apparently, she wants to see the Stone pack house and get a tattoo from the infamous Beatrice Stone.”
I bit back a laugh. Violet Atwater was the bane of Roan’s existence. Freshly twenty-one and a fucking lingerie model, the girl was drop-dead gorgeous with her honey-blonde curls, hazel green eyes, and curves a man could lose himself in. While the girl could’ve had anyone, everyone knew she only had eyes for Roan—apparently the nearly fifteen-year age gap only made him more attractive to her. And the girl loved to play with fucking fire, testing his limits every chance she had.
The real problem was just how much Roan liked it. He liked toying with her just as much as she did with him. He’d never cross the boundary—she was too fucking young for him—but damn if she didn’t try. There was no way that man would survive the trip with that girl on the back of his motorcycle the whole way. Not with her hands all over him.
“And what do you want me to do about it, Roan?” I stood and grabbed the backpack I planned to take with me. I didn’t need much for the trip. “Sounds like you’re shit out of luck. Karma’s going to make you her bitch—and Vi’s.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Killian!” Roan exclaimed as he followed me through the house. “Don’t make me ride the whole damn way with her. You know her hands will be on my dick before we ever hit the highway. That’s fucking torture, and I ain’t no cradle robber.”
“Sounds like a personal problem,” I teased. My smile widened. I loved watching him fucking flinch.
“Just let her ride with you, man,” he practically begged. “She likes you. She’s always bragging about her singing lessons with you. And she won’t cop a fucking feel when she rides with you.”
No, she fucking wouldn’t. I’d put a stop to that shit real fast when I started teaching her how to sing. Yeah, Violet Atwater had a thing for older men. Much older. But me? I was married and made sure she knew it. All my appeal vanished apparently when I’d told her that.
“Fine,” I said and was greeted with a heavy sigh of relief. I should’ve made him work for it more. Watching him beg would’ve been fun. “But you fucking owe me.”
“Deal.”
“Whatever, wherever, whenever. I mean it.”
“Done,” Roan agreed all too readily. “Whatever you want.”
“If I tell you to go fucking streaking down Main Street, you fucking do it. Got it?” I demanded.
“You twisted fucking bastard.” He laughed. “If I knew you wanted to see my dick so much, I wouldn’t have invited you to stay.”
“Please, you wave that fucking thing around like it’s a prize to be shown off,” I scoffed. True story. Roan didn’t need being a wolf as an excuse to be naked. “I grew up with your dumbass. I’ve seen more of that fucking thing than I’ve ever wanted. You and that fucking helicopter bullshit.”
“It makes the ladies smile.”
“It’s not making me smile.” Keys in hand, I locked up the house after we stepped out on the front porch. Sure enough, Violet paced the short drive alongside Roan’s motorcycle, her expression bored as she popped that goddamn sucker in and out of her mouth. I didn’t know a single fucking adult in my life who kept suckers around like this woman did. It drove me fucking nuts during her singing lessons. Fuck, I’d be dealing with that goddamn popping sound for the whole fucking trip. I glared at Roan. “You fucking owe me, you furry asshole.”
“I know,” he grumbled. “Better you and that stupid sucker than me and my dick. Shit.”
“Debatable,” I shot back before grinning at Violet, a gesture she returned. Truly, I liked the kid. She wasn’t horrible by any means. I just had a real hard fucking time hanging out with anyone so damn young. The generation gap made my old man ass feel just that—old as fuck. Sometimes, when she said shit, it was as if she spoke a foreign language. “Violet, you’re with me.”
“What?” Those pink glossed lips pouted around that damn sucker, and she glanced at Roan in confusion. “I thought I was riding with you.”
“I get you on the way there,” I said casually. “We have to work on your singing before karaoke next week. We’re getting you up on that stage.”
Her eyes widened at the mention of a stage. Violet wanted to sing—and she was a damn good singer—but the poor girl got so nervous that she couldn’t get out a single word when put in front of an audience. Waltz around and be photographed in lingerie? Sure, she could do that. Sing while fully clothed in a bar full of strangers? Nope. That one got her.
“A little road trip karaoke never killed anyone,” Roan chimed in cheerfully. “And you’ve got your teacher the whole time. It’s a match made in heaven.”
I snorted, shaking my head. More like a match made in Roan’s version of hell. I swung my leg over my bike and settled in.
“Come on, Vi.” I patted the seat behind me. “You know I won’t steer you wrong.”
Steer her wrong? Never. Take the fastest fucking route possible so I wasn’t stuck with a passenger all the way to Colorado? Definitely.
Granted, the sound of Violet talking and singing my ear off for a few hundred miles might’ve been exactly what I needed to keep my mind off the same topic I seemed stuck on. I didn’t need to spend the whole fucking trip thinking about her.
Chapter 05
Genevieve
Trembling, I did what he asked and laid back on the couch. Pushing my legs open wider, he pressed the barrel of the gun to my slick opening—”
