Chapter 6 #2
As soon as Zane and the others leave, Hella shifts beneath me. “Alright, since no one else is asking, when did this become a thing?” Hella jabs a finger through the air between Yana and Beast.
Yana's gaze flicks to Beast, uncertainty dancing across her features. “I don't know. Good question.”
I roll my eyes, my stomach twisting with something I refuse to name. Not that I have anything against them, they seem carved from the same cloth or whatever that term is, but watching Yana with him, with anyone, changes everything I thought I knew about her.
Beast glares at Hella, taking Yana with him to get her arm checked. Phoebe dashes to her car to grab her charger, and now it's just me and him.
I squirm against his hold, pushing against his chest.
“What're you doing?” His eyes narrow down at me.
“Why are you wrapped around me?” I breathe out, the irritation obvious.
He deadpans. “Would you rather I let you go?”
“Yes.” Pretty sure spit just flew through my teeth.
His eye twitches. “Too bad because I'm not.”
“Why!” I protest, the annoyance dying out beneath all the alcohol and poor choices of tonight.
His grip loosens, and I stand, immediately missing his warmth. Bad sign. You stupid, masochistic bitch.
Slipping into the chair opposite him, I zip up the hoodie I’m wearing. Where the hell did this come from.
“Is Hella your road name?” I ask out loud, still unsure whether that was my intention.
He lights a cigarette, watching me through the smoke.
“Hella isn't my road name. Had it since I was a kid.” His lips curve around the cigarette as he inhales deeply.
“So people couldn't find me to kill me and bitches couldn't track me down after knowing what it feels like to fuck me.” He leans forward, eyes never leaving mine as he exhales a cloud of smoke that drifts across my face in a gray veil.
“Well, I've had your dick in me, and I gotta tell you...” I drop my voice to a whisper, close enough that my breath disturbs the smoke lingering around his face. “I'm disappointed,” I lie.
His eyebrows shoot up. “That the best you can do? I left an opening for at least four different insults, and that's your comeback?” He rounds the table, gripping my waist and pulling me against his chest.
His lips brush mine with maddening gentleness. “If this verbal foreplay is what you need to get wet, you don't have to try so hard.” He bites my bottom lip. “I can just spit on it.”
There’s a war that rages between us. Lust. Hate. Wanting something you know you shouldn’t.
His tongue slides along my bottom lip and my breath catches.
My eyelids flutter shut as I press my palm against his chest in some weak form of protest, but his fingers dig deeper into my waist, anchoring me against him.
“Here,” his knuckles graze my belly from beneath the hoodie. “Let me check.”
I shove harder. This time he release me, stepping back with a laugh. “If you fuck like you fight, I'm calling a rematch because I obviously didn't get the full experience.”
“I fucking hate you,” I gasp, but excitement feathers over places I’d rather it didn’t.
Dimples sink into his cheeks as his smirk widens. “Yeah?” His eyes fucking sparkle, devouring every inch of my body before locking back on my face. “Show me.”
A scream dies out before it even leaves me as Yana and Beast approach. Yana jerks her head toward the exit.
“Gladly!” I shove away from the table and latch onto her arm like a lifeline.
“You okay?” she murmurs as we stalk toward the parking lot.
I roll my shoulders. “Yeah, I'll be fine.”
“Look,” she breathes, halting us mid-stride. “A few of the boys need a place to crash tonight, and...” I glare at her. She can’t be for real.
She pauses. “Okay I know, but it's the club and—”
I wave my hand. “Agh. Fine. But if they break my shit, I'm breaking some nostrils.”
A harsh laugh bursts from her throat. “Deal.” Her brow quirks. “And Hella? Be careful. He's a man-whore who loses interest faster than a kid with ADHD.”
I stare back at her. “I was a kid with ADHD.”
She blinks, no apology.
I sigh as we continue walking. “It's nothing like that. I'm not going to get hurt. We just like annoying each other.”
“I think it's more than that,” Yana says dryly. “You can cut the sexual tension with a knife from a mile away.”
I ignore her comment. It’s the best strategy with Yana. “You can borrow my clothes since I’m gonna guess a lot of yours was in there?” I hitch my thumb toward the clubhouse. The home I was called.
She turns. “A sleepover?”
I follow, looking back at the clubhouse. It’s not too bad. Blew the corner off of the shed. Fixable.
“How fun,” I deadpan.
She bumps my shoulder as we make our way to my car. “Phoebe's pissed because Blake's playing big brother so she won’t be coming back.”
I snort, pulling open the driver's door. “Since forever.”
All the way home, I fixate on the bike trailing us in the side mirror, then the one carving our path ahead. “Yana, they're all going to be hungry.” Beast is at the front, Hella at the back, and Ripper and, I already forgot his name, trailing behind Hella. “I'm a single woman! I have zero food.”
Fifteen minutes later, we crawl out of the drive-through.
I spot Beast and Hella lounging against their bikes in a parking space.
I flash Beast a smile, then swivel toward Hella.
My smile evaporates as my middle finger springs up.
His finger shoots back, before his index finger joins it and he spreads them both wide with a flick of his pierced tongue.
Fuck. I’m screwed. So screwed.