“Axe!” I shouted, scooting my chair over to the cracked door. “We’ve got a fainter.”
Once I brought my attention back to Fallon, I groaned while standing up and rushing over to her. “Whoa, sit down!”
Fallon started to swing her le
gs over the chair and tried to stand up. Her face was even whiter and her eyes were blinking rapidly. “Fallon, you need to sit,” I urged, reaching for her arms.
And boom. She was out like a fuckin’ light, and she landed right in my arms.
Chapter Three
Fallon
A gravelly voice sounded from above. “Fallon.” I liked the voice. I didn’t know why, but I did. I kept my eyes closed, unable to pull them open. My eyelids felt heavy. Like they were glued together. But somehow, I actually felt calm. Wherever I was, I didn’t want to leave. And the voice that kept saying my name… I never wanted to stop hearing it.
It was soothing. It made me feel safe. It was soft but masculine. Something about it made my heart flutter.
“Fallon, I need you to open your eyes.”
Another deep voice sounded. “I can see her eyes fluttering. Can she hear us?”
“Fallon,” the original voice repeated. “Come on, pretty. Open those eyes.”
Pretty? Did the sexy voice just call me pretty?
My body jerked a little, and I instantly sprang my eyes open. First, I saw the white, tiled ceiling, but then I moved my eyes downward a little and was met with deep blue, oceanic eyes. I felt my face splitting in two from the giant smile appearing. “Hi,” I said, voice all breathy.
My piercing guy grinned. “Welcome back to the party, Fallon.”
“The best party around,” another male voice boomed.
I turned my head to the left and looked into a new pair of eyes. These ones were hazel with a swirl of green inside. I could feel my eyebrows slanting as the hazel-eyed man grinned. “I’m Axe.”
Suddenly, I felt completely nervous. What the hell happened? And why the hell was I lying in this super attractive man’s arms? My body felt stiff as I tried pulling myself up.
“We good in here?” the man named Axe asked. I turned to look at him again, and my eyes widened. Whoa. Talk about tattoo city. His arms were covered in colorful tattoos. He didn’t look rough around the edges, though, like I’d first pictured while standing out in front of this tattoo parlor. I prepared myself for scary, huge men with teardrop tattoos on their faces. But Axe didn’t look scary at all. He just looked like a Lisa Frank notebook.
Then the other guy—the one whose arms I was currently snuggled up in—had zero tattoos (that I could see at least). He didn’t remind me of someone who would tattoo or pierce for a living. It was all very intriguing. I think I may watch too much TV, or maybe I’m just as judgmental as my mother.
“Helloooo, Emmett. You good? I have a stripper out there waiting for me to finish my business…”
A gasp escaped my mouth. A stripper? I thought back to when I’d driven though this small town—the one I’d found on Google Maps, just far enough away from the city—and I didn’t remember seeing a strip club or anything even remotely similar. The town was absolutely adorable and tiny. It had a homey feeling to it.
Axe’s face twisted into a frown. “Pretend like I didn’t say that.”
I gave him a weak smile. “Say what?”
“I like her already,” he announced to Piercing Guy who continued to make my heart flutter.
Piercing Guy grinned, and it caused me to suck in my cheeks to keep myself from smiling. “Yeah, me too.”
Jeez. What is wrong with me!? I wake up in a stranger’s arms, and I suddenly think he’s my knight in shining armor?
I watched as Axe exited the room, shoving his hands into his pockets. I then turned my attention to my knight and felt overwhelmingly embarrassed. Not only did I freaking rip off my shirt and display my bra to him earlier, but now I was lying in his arms.
“What happened?” I asked, attempting to pull myself up again. My legs felt like marshmallows, and suddenly, my body broke out into a massive sweat as strong, large hands gripped my waist to steady me.
“Hey now. You good?” he asked, staring down into my eyes. My heart had moved in my chest.