Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,67
the ocean. The road was shrouded in trees, and unless you really were looking for it, you couldn't see the dirt path.
The gate opened for me automatically and the road turned to pavement as I pulled into the garage and turned off the bike.
She ripped the helmet off her head, her hair sticking to her forehead with a light sheen of sweat. "What the fuck are we doing here?"
I took my helmet from her before she used it as a weapon against me. "It's Friday night, vixen. You don't want to spend it alone, do you?"
"I certainly don't want to spend it with you." She stomped over to the door leading into the house. "I'll call an Uber to come get me."
"Ubers won't come here." I reached around her, putting in the four-number code to unlock the door. It didn't escape my notice that she watched me do it. I'd have to change it later. "Come on. I'll cook you a nice dinner. We can go swimming, maybe Netflix and chill."
"Netflix and chill," she deadpanned. For being so against me bringing her to the house, she followed me inside without complaint. "So you can videotape it and use it as a threat?"
I stopped just before we got to the living room and she bumped into me. "I would never do that."
"Oh, but hanging my panties and bra up for the entire school and world to see is okay?" She shoved at my back and I turned to face her. "You have some nerve acting like a knight in shining armor today."
"Do you want the alternative?" I spread my arms across the hallway, putting my hands on each wall as she tried to move past me. "Because I can promise you, it won't be pleasant."
"It's already unpleasant." She moved her hair off her forehead. "It's not like you'd hurt me."
I moved to trap her against the wall as she tried to duck under my arm. "We won't, but that doesn't mean the others wouldn't. They'd torture you until you were an inch from death."
"You don't scare me." She was feistier than usual. I liked it.
"I should."
She looked down at my chest and then cleared her throat. "What are you cooking for dinner?"
I knew my words about torture bothered her, but they were true. If Jax's father found out we had all been having second thoughts about what the fuck we were doing, he'd step in. I didn't even want to imagine his reaction to her being able to use a siren's knife.
Jax's dad was the last person we needed to get involved.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Riley
I sat at the kitchen island as Morgan moved around the kitchen. He was making shrimp alfredo, which he said was his specialty.
He bent over to get a pan from a cabinet near the stove and I couldn't help my look as the leather pants stretched tight over his ass and hamstrings. I shouldn't have been checking him out, but when he bent over, it was right there in my face practically begging me to.
"Do you like garlic?" He put the pan on the stove and adjusted the heat on the boiling linguine noodles. "I like a lot, but if you don't like it, I can put less."
"Put less." I loved garlic, but the last thing I wanted was for my breath to smell. Not that it mattered what my breath smelled like. My eyes went to his lips and I inwardly chastised myself.
He smirked and I slid off the barstool, needing some air. I walked across the living room to the sliding doors he had opened the second we were in the room. The coolness of the air hit my skin and I grabbed the throw blanket off the couch and wrapped it around myself before stepping outside.
The outside of their house was even more impressive than the inside. It seemed like they lived right in the middle of the ocean. I kept a safe distance from the giant pool that had lounge chairs and other outdoor furniture around it, and stopped a few feet away from the railing at the edge of the cliff.
I wasn't scared of heights, but the water on the other side of the glass barrier scared the crap out of me. I took a calming breath and inched forward until I was right at the railing.
The sky was darker than usual with an approaching rainstorm, and the waves crashing against the cliff face below sent a light mist into the air. It was