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“What, no ‘Good morning,River?’” I tilted my head, taunting him with the nickname he had used yesterday. Wes used to love waking me up and pulling me outside to catch the sunrise. He’d set me on his lap, wrap his arms around me, and we’d sit there, watching as a new day started.
Staring at me, Wes didn’t so much as flinch or shift at my retort.
“The letter, Callie. I’m serious.”
Heaving a tiny sigh, I drug my nails through the dirt like I was a kid again. “Which letter?”
I knew it was the one from the attorney’s office, but I needed time to figure out exactly how I was going to get out of this. Wes was cold yesterday, almost cruel. I had to assume the doting, obsessive love of my life from seven years prior was completely gone and in its place was a vicious motorcycle club leader.
His expression stayed calculated, his gaze pinning me in place. The way his focus dropped to my lips was the only indication I had at all that there was a heart beating behind that chest of his.
“The one from the will. This is important. I need to know what he told you.”
Tilting my head back, I smiled with fake bravado. “He told me to sell the property, Wes. All of it. Every single speck of dirt.” I pulled my hand up and let a small pile of earth fall from my palm.
Wes’s gaze tracked the movement, his lips thinned into a firm line. This wasn’t funny to him. I dusted my hands together to rid myself of the filth and then moved to get up, but Wes moved at the same time.
With one palm behind me, he hovered over me, nearly pinning me to the ground. A rush of air left my lungs with how close he was. His chest brushed against mine, his knee came down between my thighs, and his face…
Fuck, his face was equal parts menace and mirth.
“This isn’t a fucking joke, Callie. Lives are at stake. Now, tell me where the letter is.” His breath fanned my face, and how unfair was it that he smelled like peppermint?
With all the strength I had, I glared at him. Our faces were inches apart, one of his hands was behind me, the other had drifted to my waist, and I could feel the heat of his palm teasing the exposed skin where my sweater had risen up.
There under my chest, deep in the rivets of my heart, was a tiny spark, bursting to life with vengeance. The meek mask I pulled on to hide and stay out of everyone’s way was slipping off, and a tempest was raging inside my breast.
“Why is it you think you can treat me this way?” I asked, my voice shaking.
I wanted him out of my space, off me and away from me. This close, I could feel the embers of what used to be between us, and all it did was uncover how badly he’d burned me.
Wesley’s expression shifted to curiosity for a single moment, his eyes drifting across my face like he couldn’t figure out what I was referring to.
His voice was even and low as he replied, “I’m not treating you any differently than how you treat me.”
“You are!” I tried to push at his shoulder to get him to move, but he only leaned closer.
“This isn’t about being nice, Callie. It’s about life and death. I’m not playing a fucking game here. I need to see that letter, and I don’t frankly give a shit if you think I’m mean by asking for it.”
A burning sensation was starting up in my nose, which meant tears weren’t far away. Why the fuck was he on top of me right now? I pushed again, and this time a small growl reverberated in his chest.
“I’ll move as soon as you tell me where the letter is.”
I sagged back, frustrated and annoyingly turned on.
“Fuck you, Wes. I’m not giving you anything, especially when you treat me this way.”
His lips skimmed my jaw as they traveled near the lobe of my ear. Hot breath slid across my skin, and even with the sun caressing the field, his trail left goosebumps behind.
“How is it you want to be treated, Callie? Do you want to be treated like the victim you’re begging to be seen as?” His hand at my waist slid under the fabric of my tank, and his heated touch moved along my back, up my spine. His mouth stayed level with my ear as he continued to whisper. “Or did you want to be treated like the princess you’ve always been? Worshiped and adored by everyone in your daddy’s club but too blind to see it?”
What was he talking abou—
“Or,”—his teeth snagged my ear lobe, right as his hand moved down to my ass, sliding underneath my shorts to grip my cheek—“did you want to be treated like a dirty slut and have me fuck the answers out of you?”
A gasp left my chest right as he licked the space he’d just snagged with his harsh bite. That tongue traveled down the length of my jawline, until he was sucking on my neck.
Oh shit. That felt good, too good.
