Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,52

She tries to jerk away. In the sunlight, everything on her screams delicate. I can’t put her on my bike. She’ll burn to a crisp.

“I do not dress like a whore,” she snips. “I can’t remember what bag holds what.”

“I’m having Eve take you shopping.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “No thank you. I have clothes, dance clothes, and I’m sorry if you don’t l—”

“I don’t like them,” I say. “Look around, Antoinette. This is not a fucking dance class. I can’t be worried about—”

The screen door squeaks open as Crystal slowly emerges, her red hair almost blinding me in the morning sun, and I’m wearing sunglasses. She holds her hands up as if she’s a vampire and can’t stand the warm sun.

“Fucking God.” She lights a cigarette and starts coughing.

“Christ.” I grab Antoinette, moving her to my bike, and take off my leather jacket. The loud smoker’s cough makes her jump.

“Crystal, are you okay?”

I force her arm into my jacket, wanting to get the fuck out of here. Since I left her this morning my dick’s been hard and after what happened in there this morning, I need to fuck or fight.

“Oh my God.” Crystal lets out a laugh but starts coughing again. She holds up a finger. “I told you I had a feeling about her, Axel.”

“Give it a rest, Crystal. Why are you here?” I grab my helmet, put it on Antoinette’s head, and adjust the straps. It’s impossible not to smile at how fucking adorable she looks. My jacket dwarfs her but seeing her with my patch makes my cock throb.

“Just spending quality time with Rip.” Her cigarette dangles from her lips. “Did you hear the news?”

“I’m busy,” I say, my voice tight.

“Dolly wasn’t feeling good. So, Edge and her are coming back tomorrow.” She smirks.

“Go inside.” I dismiss her.

She gives me a snarky look. “God, Axel. You’re so rude. For someone who gets laid as much as you…” She tosses her cigarette butt in the gravel as she walks back in, slamming the screen door for effect.

She’s getting worse. Or maybe it’s that I’m around her more, but Derrick deserves a fucking medal for having to deal with her night after night. I can’t stand her.

I haven’t heard shit about Edge and Dolly because my morning consisted of Frosty showing me footage from one of my grow houses and the fucks who’ve been scouting it. I know it’s the same guys who ripped off our warehouse.

Then I bought two new shipping containers so that I can grow our best batch in it with massive security. After that, Ryder texted me about Antoinette.

“Look. I don’t want you talking to Crystal.”

She tilts her head back in my silver helmet. “I thought she’s one of you guys? Isn’t she Blade’s ex?” she yells.

“Stop listening to gossip.” I’m rock hard and take a step back to adjust myself. How the fuck am I going to ride like this?

“You ever been on a bike?” She shakes her head.

“Just move with me. Think you can do that?” I swing my leg over the Harley and start her up.

As I turn to look at her, she stands in the sun wearing my jacket and my helmet, her posture perfect. I can almost feel the excitement radiating off her. My mind instantly goes to where I can take her and fuck her.

Revving up my beast, I smile at her, liking everything about having her on the back of my bike, wearing my cut.

“Get on, baby.”

Like she was born to ride, she gracefully gets on. My hand moves to her knee, trailing down to her ankle and back up.

She lays her head on my back and I tighten her arms around my waist. I’ve had many women on the back of my bike, but this is the first one who feels right. A tingle of unease slithers down my spine. I shouldn’t be thinking like this.

I’m fucking thirty-three and she’s twenty. I’m leading her on and she doesn’t know the game or even how to play. I’m never gonna have an old lady, never gonna get married and have kids. I don’t want that life. I certainly don’t want to become pussy whipped like my brothers. But I do want to keep her, mold her… corrupt her.

Why worry? I’m incapable of having those feelings. Love? It’s not for me.

I tried when I was younger. My attraction lasts at the most a week or two. Then something will bother me and before you know it, I have