Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,63
middle room if you want. Or the basement, if you wanna be as far from me as humanly possible,” I grumbled and turned the TV off.
“Saturday Night Fever,” he muttered.
Was that humor in his voice. Was he about to give me shit for my movie choice? I was in no mood, so I ignored his comment and then I went to the middle room and flicked the light on.
He followed me. He was directly behind me.
“Top or bottom?” I asked.
“Huh?” I felt his breath hit the back of my neck. I spun around. He was right there. Directly behind me. And was that a smirk on his face?
“Top bunk or bottom bunk?” I moved away and pulled a set of sheets and a comforter out of the closet.
“What do you think?” came the snarky reply.
I was going to make the bed for him, had actually leaned over about to begin that process, but instead I tossed the bedding at the bottom right bunk and pushed past him, actually shouldering his chest in the narrow space between the bunks.
“Sweet dreams,” I grumbled and gave him a high middle finger as I headed out of the room.
Suddenly, the door shut in front of me. He pushed it shut with his hand over my head. I bristled.
His arm hooked around my waist from behind me.
“Gonna sneak in here tonight, too?” he asked against the ridge of my ear, pulling my back against him.
My nipples went hard, and goosebumps rose everywhere. I ignored it. Or tried. Common sense won over because I hadn’t forgotten the way I’d felt when he’d thrust me into the hallway after pulling the fire alarm.
“No.”
“No?”
He felt my shiver; he didn’t believe my no.
Was that humor in his voice? Because it sounded like humor mixed with a warning for some weird reason. And fuck, this room felt claustrophobic to me right now.
“You like to be on top or on the bottom?” he asked in a deep voice that vibrated directly between my legs.
“Fuck off,” I said sweetly.
“Thought you seemed tenacious, but you already gave up?” he asked, his voice husky.
My lungs and sinuses burned, and I fought to keep my voice even as I replied. “You made your feelings about me trying to get your attention pretty fucking clear. What’re you doin’ right now?” I asked, trying to shrug him off me. “You testing to see if despite treating me like shit, I come back for more? Because you’d be wrong in that assumption.”
His arm around my waist tightened. I looked down and saw his bare forearm. I’d seen when I woke that he was in his leather cut and wearing a grey long-sleeved t-shirt, shoved up to his elbows.
Why was his forearm so beautiful? Thick veins and a light dusting of golden blond hair; a black hair tie and leather gimp bracelet around his wrist. What the fuck was he trying to do here?
“You sure you wanna be let go?” he whispered against the ridge of my ear. His beard was touching my skin.
“You had your chance, Forker.”
“No second chances?” he asked. “What if I want one?”
“So, how about you do the chasin’ for a bit and we’ll just have to wait ‘n see if I let you catch me.”
“My chances good?”
His hold tightened and he kissed behind my ear.
And for some reason, it infuriated me.
“Not very fucking likely.”
I thrust my elbow backwards and heard him grunt as I connected with his gut.
I guess he took a step back, because his heat was no longer felt at my back and his hand was no longer pressed against the door so I yanked it open, stormed out of the room, and went directly to my room, slamming my door. I immediately twisted the lock on the doorknob. I was furious. What the fuck was that?
I couldn’t wrap my head around it, so I started making my own bed. When my task was accomplished, I realized my phone was out in the great room, so I went back out and tidied up my mess before going to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Jojo.” He was now in the kitchen with me.
I glared at him.
His eyes moved from my feet to my face and he smirked.
“Nice outfit,” he said.
I sucked on my teeth and leveled him with my best dirty look.
“You mighta been intimidating with that look on your face if you weren’t wearin’ polka dots and Pom Pom socks.”