Chapter 4
Chapter Four
I’ve never had a man between my legs before. But now I’ve got a biker named Skull with his hand shoved into my hair and his bulging pelvis wedged deep into the juncture of my legs. And someone is taking photos.
Not the photographer. Some mommy-type woman wearing a scandalized expression.
She’s probably jealous.
Because this mountain of muscle and leather is literally head and shoulders above any man within this whole park.
His rough growl makes me melt in his hands. And when Mr. Skull leans into my ear I whimper.
Straight up whimper.
How mortifying.
“You keep looking at me like that, princess, and I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
I gasp loudly. “You wouldn’t…”
His expression is lethal as he laughs darkly. “You obviously have no idea the kind of man I am.”
Yes I do.
He’s bad. And I’m losing my mind just breathing in his leather and danger scent.
“I think maybe we should take a rain check,” I manage to say after a few seconds.
Holy smokes did I just say that?!? Because I’m going to run to my car and disappear the moment this stupid photo shoot is over. And I’m going to beat up my so-called friends.
He growls in my ear, setting off an explosion of goosebumps. “Tell me when and where. I’ll be there.”
He would. I can tell.
But I push him back. “You’re fogging up my brain. I can’t think right with you so close.”
It’s true. And the way those blue eyes of his cut right to my soul only adds to the inferno inside me.
“Maybe if we do what she wants, Anna will leave us alone,” I say, feeling discombobulated by his proximity.
His nostrils flare. “Alone is good. If you want me to dispose of her body just say the word.”
Oh lord. He’s serious.
“No!” I exclaim. “You big beast. You’re not committing murder today. Not because of me.”
He raises my hand, dragging those firm, masculine lips over my knuckles. Almost making me faint again.
“You want someone six feet under, you just let me know. I’ve got a shovel and I ain’t afraid to use it.”
I laugh. He doesn’t.
If anything he looks at me with more intensity.
“Once upon a time I might have said yes to your offer. But the restraining order seems to be working.”
Skull goes still. And I’m not talking about sitting-in-church still. This is the way a lion freezes before it pounces on something.
Gripping my face again like he does, he demands, “Who is he?”
I’m so taken by the warm heat of his fingers on my skin I barely register his question.
“Tell me who, Katie.” His voice has transformed into a deep growl.
“No one important.”
Those piercing eyes turn to molten blue daggers.
“Let’s just do the photo shoot,” I tell him before he forces me to hand over a name. “I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing.”
It takes him a moment to pack his fury away, then he nods. “You wanna pose for photos, then let’s do it.”
I glance past his massive shoulders. “She’s got some kind of picnic…”
“Let’s go see if she’s got any more beer. God knows I need something cold to drink.”
I’m scooped off the picnic table. My legs automatically lock around his waist and for a second he doesn’t move as our bodies settle against one another. Soft against hard.
“Fuck woman. Not only are you smoking in this little dress, you feel like my ruin.”
I’m thinking the same.
Because when this photo shoot is over… I think I’m going to ask Skull to help me. And based on the proverbial baseball bat in his pants, I think he’s more than up for the job.
Making a rough sound, he shakes his head and strides toward the picnic scene. I bury my nose in his neck because I know people are staring.
And maybe because it feels good too.
Anna looks stunned when we arrive. “Oh!” She exclaims lifting her camera. Taking a close-up shot of my face.
Skull growls at her.
Realizing her life is in danger, she leaps back. “Um. Okay. I was thinking?—”
Whatever she was going to say dies on her lips when Skull drops to his knees and takes me to the ground, settling that heavy body right between my legs. Flattening me below him.
Oh my god.
“I was thinking about this,” he rumbles in a smoky voice as he stares into my eyes. “And this…”
His gigantic left hand grips my hair tilting my neck back.
His breathing—slow and deep—sends puffs of air along my skin, making my heart stutter and gallop.
The camera clicks like a hummingbird’s wings but I can’t bother with a care as Skull leans closer.
The menacing biker is all I can see and feel—all that weight shifting around on me, his gigantic erection pressing hard into my stomach.
When I think it can’t get any more consuming, he snarls against my neck and the heat of his lips fuses to my skin.
“Meeeep!” I make a sound involuntarily.
As if he’s hit some kind of magic button, my knees latch to his sides. The heels of my cowgirl boots digging into anything they can.
It might be his butt. Or his thighs. I’m not sure.
“Yes!” Anna quiet-shouts as if she knows this is a dangerous spectacle for a public park. “That’s good! I mean people are going to freak out. They’ll never believe you’re strangers.”
Her words snap me back to reality. Oh my god. I’m being manhandled by a stranger. A big, mean biker has me—shy, traumatized me—pinned to the ground.
Skull pulls back. His mouth is damp. My neck is tingling. He’s not breathing steadily now. He’s making low growly sounds that rumble through my entire body.
And quickly my panic about the situation evaporates again.
“I want you,” he says, his voice rough.
Then he frames my face with both his hands. “We’re going on a date tonight.”
“I don’t date,” I wheeze.
“Good. Neither do I.”
Then before I can process the bizarre exchange he drags me off the ground and settles me in his lap.
He pins Anna and her bazillion dollar camera with a glare. “Got any beer for this fake picnic because I sure as fuck need another, it’s hot as hell out here.”
He’s not talking about the comfy seventy-three-degree weather.