I leaned into her ‘til my lips were a breath away from hers. She didn’t move. Her eyes connected with mine, and I breathed in her sweet scent. “With you, darlin’, I want it all.” I pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, and her breath hitched. “You may not know it yet, or you may not be ready to admit it, but you’re gonna be mine, Indiana. I’ve bided my time, watched you to make sure you were safe, no harm came to you, but now, time is up. I’m not waiting anymore.”
She gulped, and her eyes dipped to stare at my lips. “Uh, I don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. Just letting you know.”
“Uh, well, got it.” She licked her lips, and her eyes reconnected with mine. “You know that last thing you said you wanted to know?”
I nodded.
She closed the small gap between our lips and pressed hers to mine. It was a short and sweet kiss, but she was the one who had made the move. She was the one who was in control in that moment. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she pressed her lips to mine for a second. She stepped back, out of my personal space, and sighed. “More times than I can count.”
She darted from church, and I took a deep breath.
I knew what I felt for Indiana and that it was just the tip of the iceberg of what I could eventually feel for her.
Now, I knew she felt that way, too. I wasn’t the only one dreaming what a kiss would be like between us.
I went from ready to beat the shit out of Grit to calm and relaxed. I was drawn to Indiana, and while I was still trying to figure her out and everything in her past, I knew I was going to do everything I could to show her I was one of the good guys.
In the end, it was going to be up to her if I got to stick around or not.
*
Chapter Seven
Indiana
“Oh, my God. I am so fucking bored,” Greta complained. “I never, in a million years, thought being trapped in the Devil’s Knights’ clubhouse could be so fucking boring.” She flopped back on the couch and raised her arms over her head. “There has to be somewhere we can go or something we can do.”
“You’re not leaving,” Easy called.
I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on the TV. A few of the girls had put on reruns of The Bachelor. They were glued to the show, gabbing about all the girls, but this shit didn’t hold my attention. Living in a house with a bunch of girls who were trying to get with the same guy as me? Hell to the no.
It had only been a few hours since the impromptu meeting with King and the Knights, so I knew there weren’t any new developments with Royal.
Grit had actually left without a fuss, and now Zig and Zag were bummed out that they weren’t able to beat the shit out of him or slash his tires. Though, I had heard that Zig had been able to fire off a couple of eggs before Grit pulled out of the parking lot.
“Hey,” Greta called. “Where is Reva?”
“Probably in Hero’s room,” I guessed.
Greta sat up. “And Luna? Where the hell is she? Why are we cooped up in the clubhouse while those two get to be lollygagging around?”
“Did you just say gagging?” Easy groaned. “Can you please never say that word again?”
Greta flipped him off. “Not that type of gagging, you idiot.” She jumped off the couch and pointed to the front door. “We’re going on an adventure.”
“The fuck you are,” Easy called. “I was told to keep an eye on you two while Hero and Frost took care of shit at the shop. Hell, even Zig and Zag got to go to the shop today,” he pouted.
Greta’s eyes lit up. “So if Hero is at the shop, then where is Reva?” she asked.
“Oh, hell,” Easy groaned.
“She’s working, isn’t she?”
Easy hung his head. “Dammit, Greta. Why the hell can’t you just be quiet and watch this trash tv show?”
Greta cackled and rubbed her hands together. “Because there is absolutely no fun in that, Easy.” She turned to me and smiled. “Get your shoes on, Indy. We’re going on a field trip.”