Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,30
think that’s a bad sign?”
I shrugged. “You clearly think it is. So, why does it matter what I think?”
“I mean, I’m not the only one thinking this way, though, right?”
Knuckles sounded at the door. “Nope. I’m right there with you.”
I groaned. “Guys, I really have to wo—”
Knuckles interrupted me. “I don’t like how quiet they’ve been. Especially since we hit them hard in order to get those girls back. They’re planning something. I know it.”
Sly snickered. “That’s what I’ve been saying. But Link and Bowser keep brushing me off like it’s nothing.”
Knuckles chuckled. “You know they’re balls-deep in their women right now. They’re distracted. It’ll take some time for them to come up for air from between those pairs of legs.”
I spun around in my chair. “Hey! We don’t talk about our guys that way. Or the women of this crew. Ever. got it?”
Sly’s eyebrows rose. “Fine, fine. Whatever.”
Knuckles furrowed his brow. “You good, my dude?”
I sighed heavily. “Just a lot on my mind.”
Sly patted my shoulder. “Is it Hannah?”
Knuckles groaned. “Don’t tell me you got a side bitch now.”
I glared up at him. “Don’t make me remind you of the morals of the club.”
Sly chuckled. “Yep. It’s Hannah.”
I looked over at him. “And no, it’s not Hannah. Though, I am worried that her cousin’s warning has merit.”
Knuckles blinked. “What? Some backstabbing idiot whose cousin you stole suddenly rides into town to let you know that her ex is after her? How do you know it’s not just a ploy to get Hannah back to Hillridge Springs?”
Sly pushed off my desk. “He’s got a point. Right now, the last person we can trust is the one who orchestrated the backstabbing.”
I nodded. “Maybe so. But she seemed pretty serious, didn’t she?”
Knuckles paused. “Do we know what happened with Slash after we kicked her out of the bar that afternoon?”
The three of us looked around at one another before another knock sounded at my door.
“Come in!” I called out.
And when her voice fell against my ears, my heart stopped in my chest.
“Ash? Can we talk?” Hannah asked.
I spun around to face her. “What are you doing here?”
She blinked. “To have a drink. Maybe get some food. And hoping we could talk. Think you can make that happen?”
I shook my head. “I just got here, Hannah. I have to—”
Sly gripped my shoulder. “I’m sure he can take a lunch break. Right?”
Knuckles slipped past Hannah in the doorway. “He’s all yours.”
Sly winked at me. “And don’t do anything I wouldn't do.”
I clicked my tongue. “Which would be…?”
He blinked. “You’ve got a point there.”
I shoved him away and he laughed before he exited my office. Then, Hannah and I were alone. She slipped into my office and closed the door behind her, so I decided to get to my feet. The last thing I needed was her sitting on my lap, standing between my legs, or sitting next to me and trying to feel up and down my leg.
Come on. She’s not a horndog.
Then again, her nipples were hard through her shirt.
“Is something wrong, Hannah?” I asked.
She nodded. “You’re damn right there’s something wrong.”
“Can it wait until I get home?”
She scoffed. “Why the hell do you think I put on pants and stormed all the way down here?”
I blinked. “Are you not even wearing a bra?”
“Oh, come on. Of course, I’m wearing a bra. I’m not some whore for bikers, Ash.”
“I never said you were. I just—”
She took a step toward me. “Why did you push me away this morning?”
I gripped her shoulders. “This conversation can wait.”
“It can’t wait. Not for me.”
I spun her around. “Well, it’s going to have to. I’m not wasting my lunch break talking about something that can be—”
She turned back around. “Oh. So, I’m a waste of time for your lunch break? Is that it?”
I rolled my eyes. “Hannah, please don’t do this. I can’t—”
She pointed up at me. “I thought you were different, Ash. I thought you were one of the good guys. The day we shared yesterday? The best of my entire life. I felt cherished and beautiful. I felt loved, Ash. And you made me feel that way.”
I reached around behind her and closed my office door.
“Can you keep it down a bit?” I asked.
Her eyebrows stitched together. “Why? Are you embarrassed at the topic of conversation?”
“No. Not embarrassed. I’m just—”
She raised her voice. “Are you scared people will find out we slept together? Multiple times?”
I leveled her with a stare. “Go home, Hannah.”
She swallowed hard. “Why