Delinquents Turned Fugitives - Ann Denton Page 0,82

on the bed and stripped off my jacket.

I opened up the saddlebag and found a couple of outfits, one for each of us, and a set of toothbrushes. Since whoever had packed this bag had decided a bustier was a good on-the-run style choice (my money was on Z), I stole Andros’ green t-shirt and one of the toothbrushes and made my way into the bathroom.

I got ready and by the time I walked back into the bedroom, Andros was back. His arms were crossed and he was staring at the bed. I approached on his right side.

“Everything ok?” I asked.

“I can’t believe it.” He shook his head and laughed softly. Then he rummaged through the saddlebag without really answering my question. “This is crazy.”

“What?” I turned to stare at the bed, which just looked like a normal bed to me. But then I saw it. On the back left corner, near the headboard, was a bronze metal box with a coin slot. “No fucking way.”

“Oh yes way,” Andros’ chuckle almost reminded me of Z. “And I found a quarter. We’re trying it. Climb on and prepare for the ride of a lifetime.”

I got on the bed on my knees, staring at the little box, which looked just as old as everything else in the room. “I dunno—”

Andros shushed me as he put a quarter into the machine on the side of the mattress. And then the bed began to vibrate.

He climbed on and laid down on top of the comforter as a low buzz filled the room. “You’re wearing my shirt.” He finally noticed, and his eyes narrowed as they traveled up and down my torso.

“Yeah. The stuff someone packed for me wasn’t exactly comfortable.”

He gave a nod, his eyes not quite reaching mine. But I couldn’t blame him. The vibration was making my breasts jiggle. And I wasn’t wearing a bra to bed.

“Come on, lay down,” He bit his lip as he patted the bed beside himself.

And again, I couldn’t quite tell if it was an invitation full of innuendo or not. I decided to wait it out. Unlike Z who would randomly tackle me with bouts of horniness or affection, Andros was more the slow and stealthy type. More of a tracker who slowly watched his prey before moving in.

I rolled onto my back, deliberately letting his shirt ride up my thighs so that the lacy edge of my panties was visible. I stared up at the pale blue popcorn ceiling. Laying down, the vibrating sensation was totally different. When I was kneeling, it had been a low buzz, but as it continued, the vibration rolled through me in jerky starts, like the machine was short circuiting.

“I think this vibrator’s about to die,” I snorted.

“Maybe we’re breaking it.”

“That is definitely the story we have to tell the guys tomorrow,” I quipped. “We spent last night playing with a vibrator until we broke it. Z will die of jealousy.”

Andros’ full body laugh shook the bed just as much as the machine did. He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow so that he could stare down at me. “You’re pretty damn funny, you know?”

“I know,” I gave him an arrogant smirk.

“And pretty damn pretty. And pretty damn smart …” he leaned down over me, his huge back blocking out the cheesy lamp and giving him a domineering, backlit glow.

My breath caught as he leaned closer.

“Pretty damn perfect,” he breathed, hovering just above my lips.

My stomach tightened in anticipation. My eyes flickered over Andros’ face: his hard, square jaw, his dirty blond hair. He had a strong brow line and deep-set eyes that were fringed by straight lashes. Every ounce of him oozed masculinity. Even his scent, which was tinged by oil from the bike, was rough.

My throat dried out as the anticipation grew and grew. Finally, when my entire body was thrumming just as much as the bed beneath me, I whispered, “Kiss me.”

“No,” he pulled away and rolled onto his back.

I felt like I’d been smacked across the face.

He pulled me into him, arranging my head on his huge shoulder and wrapping his arm around me. “It’s not a no forever. Just a no for now.”

I blinked, shock turning to frustration. I’d been so certain … “Why?”

He suddenly rolled on his side so that I fell out of his arms and onto the pillow again with an oof. His hand came up and traced my cheek slowly. Then my neck. He traced down