Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,112
“Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I asked as I opened the bag of peanuts in my hand with my teeth.
“Let’s fuckin’ go!”
“Should I have bought you a Snickers?” I asked. “And if you’re tryin’ to intimidate me, you should know I find it hot as fuck,” I added.
He scowled at me.
“Can I bring my jellybeans?”
He reached over and unclicked my belt and then grabbed me and lifted me out of the truck, setting me on my feet and doing all this so quickly that I squeaked in surprise. He tagged my hand and was pulling me along, walking so fast I had to jog to keep up.
“I guess I’ll get my jelly bellies later,” I mumbled.
He was getting angrier by the second. And I was getting a kick out of it. Because, hey, not invisible.
“Room for the night,” he told the clerk, pulling out his wallet.
The guy’s eyes bounced between us and looked at me as if to ask if I was fine. I smiled wide.
“We got one room left and it’s the only one with the hot tub. Costs forty bucks more so that’s why it’s empty. You’re in luck if you’re willin’ to pay extra.”
Christian’s eyes moved to me and I tried to not smile.
I failed. (I hadn’t tried that hard.)
The place was a little drive-up motor inn with no frills whatsoever, except for, evidently, the room with the hot tub.
A few minutes later, the clerk had Christian’s credit card swiped and gave us a keycard.
“A room? Shame they don’t have two rooms,” I mused. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this an interesting development? Does it have one bed or two?”
“Two,” the hotel clerk advised.
“Oh. Bummer.” I deflated.
Christian huffed and grabbed my hand, then pulled me out of the registration office and down three doors where he shoved the keycard in the slot and thrust the door open, yanking me in behind him.
The room had two double beds, a little table with two chairs, a mini fridge, and a tv on a long dresser. The bathroom was at the back.
“I guess the hot tub is in there. I hope there’s bubbles as I intend to get your forty bucks worth outta that. So, what’s this all about?” I asked, cheekily.
He tugged my hand and sat on a bed. I was about to sit when his hand hooked around my waist and instead, I tumbled forward and went over his lap. I grappled to catch something out of reflex, but there was nothing. I grunted with the impact of his legs against my torso.
“Chris---”
His left hand went to my middle back to hold me there and his right hand hauled my yoga pants down.
A slap clapped across my ass.
“Ow!”
That happened over my underpants.
He yanked those down then and cracked another one down on my bare rump.
“Ow. Holy shit, that hurt.”
“Fuckin’ two dates, back to back,” he growled. “Hearin’ in church about you pullin’ some guy down the alley to let him put his mouth ‘n hands on you?” He slapped my butt again.
Not only did it sting, making me wince, but I felt something else. Something erotic.
“Then the next fuckin’ day you’re out on another date with a fuckin’ cop of all people? A cop, Jojo? Fuckin’ skipping to the car after he kissed you.”
Uh oh. He he.
“You didn’t want me to date bikers. I figure that’s the precise opposite of a biker,” I replied breathily. “Unless, of course I went on a date with a priest, but---”
His hand cracked against my ass again.
“Ouch, Christian, stop.”
“He kissed you. In his fuckin’ car. What else he do?”
My nipples tingled with the threat in his voice. I guess Nico had reported back. Good job, Nico. I knew he and Christian were tight so I figured he would.
“He might have gotten a little grope in,” I said with a shrug.
Christian growled.
“Just a little one,” I defended, holding my hand up with my forefinger and thumb apart about two inches.
“No fuckin’ idea what that was like for me, Jojo.”
“You told me to,” I whispered.
“And then at work, seein’ you in that picture on the wall, fuckin’ coworkers drooling over you.”
My fat envelope of a dozen of those calendars sat under my bed still. I knew the shoe had to be about to drop but had no clue it’d be him who saw it first. I hadn’t even fully thought about his reaction to the calendar; not really.
“They were just drooling over someone you didn’t want anyway, so…”