“Well, I heard there was a party and I wanted out of the house, so here I am.” She shrugs, but I don’t buy it. She practically ran to her car the other night as if she was afraid of me, and now she’s here to party? The club is close to the border, nowhere near the city. Nobody comes here for a good time unless they’re in the Seven Knights circle. And I didn’t have my cut on that night, so she wouldn’t have known to find me here.
“You don’t look like the party girl type.” Lifting my hand, I bite my bottom lip while my gaze walks down those silky legs that end in a pair of black chucks.
“You don’t know me at all, Godric.” Her voice serious, and eyes telling a story I can’t decipher. Touché. The mystery behind this girl has me wanting to know her though. If she’s not from around here, maybe she won’t find out about my last girlfriend and how that ended.
A loud scream from inside the club has our heads whipping around. I’m on my last fucking nerve tonight.
“You wanna get out of here?” Monet asks.
Looking back at her, my dick begins to stiffen in my jeans. Get out of here? With her? Alone?
She definitely doesn’t know about my history. No woman would ask to drive off into the darkness with me if they knew what I was capable of.
A smile pulls at my face, a smirk comparable to a cat about to eat the canary.
“Sure.”
10
Monet
Godric’s eyes lower, and his mouth turns into a smirk that has my heart racing. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I scrape my bottom lip with my nail. It’s taking everything I have to act like a bold, confident woman and not run for the hills. I have to keep my shit together. Being here is the only way I can repay my debt to Damian. Following Godric away from the club, he slides his left hand through his hair, side-eyeing a few men who walk past us. His boots crunch against the broken asphalt as he turns toward the motorcycles. My eyes widen to the size of saucers when I realize he wants to ride out of here. When I said get out of here, I meant taking a walk or sitting in my car and small talking, not a fucking ride on a death machine.
Flicking his gaze over his shoulder, he says, “You comin’?”
“I…uh…” My hands fidget with one another, my feet slowly moving in the same direction as his.
He stops next to a black motorcycle. The moon reflecting off the chrome gives it a menacing edge. Like him.
Throwing his leg over the seat, his hands settle on the handlebars.
“Um...do you have a helmet?” My life may be shit but I don’t want to die. He may not wear a helmet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need to.
He laughs a full belly chuckle and starts the beast, the ground vibrating beneath my feet as if the devil himself is about to rip through the earth and grab me by the ankle.
Revving the motor, his hair in his eyes, that wicked smile of his…I’m starting to think slinging beers to creeps for a couple years and being a slave to a shitty club is much better than getting involved with Godric. Just being near him gives off a dark energy, as if I’m sitting next to the devil himself. I barely know this man, but if he finds out I’m here with ill intentions, my gut says he’d kill me in the worst way possible.
“You coming or were you bluffing when you said you wanted to get out of here?” His hand pulls back the throttle, causing it to growl. His strong body straddling something so sexy and dangerous has my breathing coming in small pants. I should turn around right now. Get out of here and never come back. Instead, I look at the space behind him, then to the peg where my foot goes. Going against the voice in my head, I rest my hand on his shoulder, and suck in a sharp breath. Godric looks back at me, and I can’t help but think it’s because I’m touching him. Does he like it? Does it bother him?
Unsure, I hurry to sit behind him, placing both my feet on the pegs. My thighs wrap around his waist, our body so close, I inhale his cologne and the slight smell of sweat. My nipples peak beneath my top. The close contact of our bodies and being alone with him makes me feel like I’m playing with fire. It’s daring, fun, and unexpected. I can’t decide if I’m afraid of him or want him. Maybe both.
Reaching his arm back, he grasps my left wrist and jerks me forward to where my chest is flush with his back before placing my hand on his hard stomach. So many thoughts and words slip into my head, but I don’t know what to say. I can’t move or speak. Kinda like when we first met. His energy is so captivating and alluring, it numbs and excites me at the same time. He grabs my other hand and wraps it around him. This is too close.