Colt (Devil's Nightmare MC #10) - Lena Bourne Page 0,19
torn.
“I’ll wait right here if you promise you’ll be back soon,” she says, saving me the trouble of asking her myself.
She definitely knows what she’s doing.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I promise her and rush to get my jacket before she can take her magical words back. “You get some more rest.”
She’s smiling seductively, like a gorgeous creature from every guy’s dream when I turn back to her.
“How about you give me one more of those kisses before you leave,” she says, and she knows how much I want to. But I think she wants it too.
So I don’t think, just obey. And a long, long time passes as our tongues chase each other and the taste of perfection floods me. I’d take it further, take it all the way and damn the consequences if my phone didn’t start buzzing again. Good thing Blaze knows me so well. Good thing he always has my back, even when it’s a lost cause.
I won’t repay that by leaving him to face all the music for my fuck-up last night.
“I’ll be back,” I say breathlessly as I break the kiss.
“Good,” she whispers. “Hurry.”
I dare not look back at her as I exit the motel room. If I did, I’d stay right here.
Colt
The heat starts beating down on the back of my neck even worse than it was for the whole ride back once I pull in through the gate in the wall surrounding the desert compound that’s out MC’s on these parts. Nothing but dried up bushes dotting the wide-open plain of dry orangey-brown sand around the rectangular concrete building, and even those are sparse. It feels and looks like I’m riding straight into hell and I slow down instinctually.
How bad did I fuck up?
But that’s just the idiot in me talking. I did what I had to in order to survive. Nothing more. Nothing less. Cross will understand that.
I speed up again, my tires kicking more dust that cuts my already parched throat like shards of glass. By the time I near the building, I’ve already breathed in almost more than I can handle. But I’m gonna take it like a man. Whatever comes.
Blaze is alone by the front door, clearly waiting for me. Even from a distance, I know exactly what expression he’s got on his face—the classic scowl, with the worried, shifty eyes that make him look like he’s gotta go relieve himself. I nod at him then veer off and park my bike under a dark green tarp held up by thin metal rods that serves as a makeshift garage for our bikes here. It does nothing about the heat, but at least it’s possible to actually sit on your bike after it’s been parked out here all day.
“What the fuck took you so long?” he barks at me while I’m still a couple of yards away from him. He sounds like a mom scolding a wayward child. I gave up hoping he’d stop that shit a long time ago. He’s like an older brother to me, and always has and always will have my back. Just as I’ll always have his. This mothering shit is just part of the package.
“Is it a big deal?” I ask once I reach him.
“Is it a big deal, he asks,” Blaze scoffs shaking his head. “Come on, they told me to bring you right in.”
He turns and walks into the building and I follow, sighing in relief as the cool air inside engulfs me. Some cold water would be perfect too, but I’m not about to antagonize Blaze, or Cross who’s waiting for me, for that matter, by stopping to get some.
“I’ll take care of it, Blaze. Don’t worry so much,” I tell him once we reach the narrow, windowless hallway that leads to the offices part of this bunker.
“You better. I already told Cross everything you told me last night,” Blaze says.
“What? You think I’m gonna lie to him?” I say, meaning to sound offended, but it just comes out flat.
“I hope she was worth it,” Blaze says, giving me a piercing look over his shoulder. “Because she just might get us kicked out of this club.”
“We just slept last night,” I mutter, wishing it wasn’t the truth. “And kissed a little bit.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, she was pretty out of it. Too bad for you.”
Damn straight. Because I might never see her again. That’s been in the back of my mind for the whole, almost hour-long ride back