Chapter 6
Kate
“This place?” Confused, I stared at the hole in the wall cafe Legacy had parked outside of. It looked nice enough. Like a thousand other little cafes in the city, but it didn’t look nice enough to warrant the thirty-minute drive.
“Trust me,” he chuckled over his shoulder. Not making any move to get off, he just sat there, and I sat right behind him with my skirt gathered up so high on my thighs that if he moved, people walking past would get flashed by my very boring, greying underwear. “It’s the best place for miles around.”
“Well, I’m looking forward to it then; I’m starving, but honestly, I would have been okay with a sandwich. Would have been quicker.”
Legacy’s rumbling chuckle vibrated against my front. “We could have ordered already if you would hurry up and get off, Kate.”
“Oh.” Blushing, I bumped my head against his shoulder softly. The helmet hitting the leather with a soft thwack.
“And stop beating me up with my own helmet as well.”
Getting off the bike was harder than getting on. I hadn’t realised until I got off that the constant vibrations between my thighs had obviously had an effect on my body. My legs felt like jelly and there were other parts, parts between my legs that I didn”t want to even think about.
“Helmet off, Kate. There’s a bank close by and we don’t want anyone to think you”re planning on robbing it and calling the old bill.” He laughed and my blush deepened. Truth was, I didn’t want to take the helmet off. Not yet. Not until I had given the heat on my cheeks a chance to fade and my breathing to settle.
The ride had been exhilarating, to say the least. And not just because it was on the back of a motorcycle.
“Off.” Two strong hands pulled the helmet free of my head and Legacy froze, his sharp eyes no doubt taking in my flushed cheeks and parted mouth. His tongue came out to dampen his lips, and he muttered something unintelligible.
He didn’t say anything more as I continued to smooth my dress down over my legs. At least he couldn’t see how much I had enjoyed being behind him and having him between my thighs. He might have suspected since my heated cheeks were evidence enough, but he didn’t know for sure and I held onto that.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Kate.” He finally spoke, but I kind of wished he hadn’t. “Lots of women have the same reaction.”
“What the hell, Legacy!” I ducked my head, hiding my face against his shoulder. He had to say it, didn’t he? And by doing so, he made it real. Why couldn’t he have just stayed silent and then I could have forgotten all about it? Now he had uttered the words I couldn’t hide away from the fact that I was more turned on from a short bike ride than I had been in ten years.
“It’s okay, Kate. It’s not the first time I’ve seen you turned on. Remember when Paul—” He stopped abruptly as if suddenly realising what he was saying. “Sorry, that was too far.”
Yeah, it was. But not because I was thinking about my dead husband, because it hadn”t been Paul I was thinking about on that bike.
For the first time in ten years, it wasn’t Paul’s face I thought of that made my pussy throb.
“This is amazing!” I scooped more cream into my mouth with my fingers. The little place, with its plastic tablecloths and faded sign above the door, wasn”t a cafe at all. It was a bakery. A bakery that apparently served the best cream cakes I had ever tasted. I had already scoffed down two and was eyeing up my third by the time Legacy had finished his first.
“I told you.” Reaching across the table, he touched the corner of my mouth with his finger. It came away with a dot of cream on it. “Think you missed this bit.”
Leaning forward, I closed my lips over the tip and sucked the tiny bit of cream into my mouth. Across the table from me, Legacy’s eyes widened, and I froze as the realisation of what I had just done hit me.
“Fuck.” He breathed the word as if it were a prayer..
With a wet pop, I pulled away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It just kind of happened.”
“I don’t mind.”
Legacy’s voice was so quiet that I barely heard him. Staring at him, I didn’t know what to say. He didn’t say anything, and that just made it worse.
Guilt made a tight knot in my chest. It wasn’t because I found Legacy attractive. I had always thought he was good-looking. A woman would have to be blind to think otherwise.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” he added, but his words just seemed to make it worse.
Because it did mean something. My reactions to him meant I was lusting after the one man who should be out of bounds. And the way he was looking at me told me he might just be feeling the same way.
What was wrong with me?
“I should go.” I stood so suddenly that the chair I had been sitting on fell backwards with a clatter. Just another thing for me to be embarrassed about. “I’m sorry, I…”
Legacy grabbed hold of my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. Lifting his eyes to mine, he smiled sadly. “It’s okay, Kate, really, it was an accident. It doesn’t mean anything. Just sit down. I”m enjoying spending time with you.”
“Well, isn’t this a fortunate coincidence?” A smooth voice spoke out from behind me. The bakery door was open, so I hadn’t even heard anyone come in until they had spoken. I froze, and a trembling started in my fingers, sweeping its way up my arms and down my body until I stood shaking in place.
“I was told you were looking for me and here you are.”
Legacy pulled me towards him. His eyes never left mine. His chin jerked towards my chair with a silent command, and I stumbled to obey. Sticking my hands under the table, I clasped them so our unwelcome visitor wouldn’t see them shaking uncontrollably.
“Tristan.” Legacy nodded his head while kicking his long legs out, so his boot grazed my ankle. “I was and here I am.” Legacy’s voice was easygoing, relaxed, as if they were two old friends catching up, but his face wasn’t friendly. It was the complete opposite of friendly.
“I’m assuming you got my message. Do we understand each other?”
Tristan cocked his head to the side. “See, I would love to help you out, friend. I really would.”
I paled as he turned his eyes on me. “But—”
“There is no ‘but’, Tristan. Any debt they owe I will cover.” Legacy’s voice was like iron, cold and hard.
Tristan shook his head and the smile on his face reminded me of the smile he had on his face when he had slammed the door shut behind me.
“I’m sure we could come to some arrangement, Legacy. Watching her suck that cream from your fingers…” Tristan whistled through his teeth. “I want a piece of that. I already know she’s got a mouth on her and it looks like it feels good. Does it? Is it warm and soft, the perfect place for a cock?”
His words were crude. Disgusting.
“Anyway, fair is fair. I’ve tasted her cream on my fingers. It seems fitting she gets to taste mine down her throat.”
Legacy made a sound like a charging bull and threw himself out of his chair. He hit Tristan like a rugby player, slamming the smaller man down with little resistance. And his fists were already pummelling the smile from Tristan’s face before his head had hit the ground.
“You will not touch them!” Over and over again, he hit him. “She is not yours to touch.”
“Legacy, stop.” I stumbled out of my chair. Tristan deserved this. He deserved worse, but I couldn’t let Legacy beat a man to death. I couldn’t cope with the guilt. This was all my fault.
“Legacy, stop,” I said again. “Please?”
Maybe it was the please that did it. Whatever it was, he stopped mid-punch and looked at me. And it felt like for the first time he actually saw me. Heaving himself to his feet, he pulled me into his side, tucking me against him protectively despite the threat having been neutralised since it was bleeding on the floor.
“I won’t repeat myself again, Tristan.” The calm was back in his voice. But somehow that was worse. It sure as hell was scarier.
Tristan sat there, his lips and teeth stained with blood. Despite it making him wince, he grinned. “Oh, I’ve received your message, loud and clear.” Ungracefully, he clambered to his feet. Leaning forward, he would have touched me with his outstretched hand if Legacy hadn’t stepped slightly in front of me. His final words were a promise that echoed in my head. “I’ll see you around, Kate.”