Commando (Rogue Rebels MC 1)

“And would it bother you if this was in fact a date?’ I asked, subtly moving closer to her. We were sitting on the same side of the table and we had already drifted far closer than when we studied.

“I am pretty sure it is the wine talking but I am completely okay with it. Although if I had known earlier, I would have worn something a little more fitting for the occasion,” she said, playing with her lock of her that had fallen over her shoulder.

She was flirting with me and I loved it. Hailey was very reserved but once she came out of her shell, it was a sight to behold.

I very much doubted her words though. She had been so harsh on the hike, but now I realized maybe that was all a show for her younger brother. And if it was, then I was a lucky man.

Another sip of wine. Then she continued, “So now that you have wined and dined me, what’s next?”

I leaned closer still until her lips were only a few centimeters from mine. I inhaled her every exhale and she did the same for me.

“That is entirely up to you,” I said, my tone lowering. Becoming more intimate.

She sighed, pulling away slightly. “You’re bad for me Wyatt. Trouble.”

“Always have been, I’ve never denied that.”

“We were just supposed to study.”

“Then we will,” I agreed.

Her lips tilted up in one corner. “Are you telling me you have no ideas on what you would like to happen next? Besides study I mean.”

My lips curved too although I felt absolute predatory in that moment,

“Oh I had quite a few knocking around my noggin,” I answered suggestively. “But I believe in letting a lady go first. In everything. You remember, right?”

Her cheeks became pink and I knew she remembered how I liked to make her come first at least once before I took my pleasure when we screwed around in the past.

“I remember. Good policy,” she agreed.

There was hardly any space left between our lips now. Just the slightest move forward on either of our parts and our lips would be locked.

I was about to make that move when a noise had us both jerking our heads around to see what caused it.

A pen and notebook had fallen to the ground, pushed over by the dishes crowding the tabletop.

The loud clatter effectively broke the spell.

Hailey jerked away from me, the light in her eyes suddenly very much sober.

“Fuck, what am I doing?” I heard her whisper to herself.

She stood quickly and moved around the table to start gathering her books.

I followed close on her heels.

“I should leave. It’s getting late and- oomph”

I didn’t want her to leave.

Understatement of the century if there ever was one.

No, I needed her to stay.

I only meant to delay her parting with words.

Even without things getting physical, this little flirtation we shared in the last few minutes was a far better than the tenseness that existed between us since we reconnected. I didn’t want things to revert back to that uneasiness.