Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

“Yeah, but now it’s a private show just for me.”

I delved my fingers into his hair and tipped his head back. “I’m waiting for you to tell me you don’t like me dancing.”

He shrugged. “They can watch but not touch. The second one of those fuckers even thinks about touching you, I’ll drop them to their knees.”

“I mean, I guess that’s reasonable.”

“Does that qualify as a question? Been too long since I kissed you.”

I laughed and leaned into him. “Kiss me, Frost.”

His mouth was on mine before his name left my lips. His hands skimmed over my bare stomach and around to my back. His fingers popped the clasp of my bra, and it gaped open. The straps slipped down my arms, and I shrugged it off.

Frost’s lips plastered to my neck, and his hands palmed my breasts. “Goddammit, Indy.”

I arched my back, pressing my breasts up, and Frost buried his face in them. I was lost in his passionate kisses and enticing touch when a loud horn sounded.

Like a sea horn on a ship.

I jumped and slapped my arms over my breasts. Frost wound his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.

“What in the fuck is that?’ he growled.

“Honey, I’m home!” a female yelled from the front of the clubhouse.

What in the hell was going on? “Who is that?” I gasped.

Frost’s body sagged, and he rested his head on my shoulder. “Ready to meet my mom?”

“Um, not half-naked sprawled out in your lap,” I sputtered. “I thought they weren’t going to be back for at least another day.” I shimmied off Frost and dropped my feet on the ground. “Where is my shirt?”

Frost held up my bra. “Put this on first, darlin’,” he chuckled.

I snatched it out of his hand and stuck my arms through the loops. “Oh sure, you can laugh because you’re not the one standing naked in the backyard.”

“Half-naked,” he smirked.

I growled and reached around to hook my bra. “Find my shirt,” I hissed. Of course, my first real make-out session with Frost would be interrupted by his mom coming home. It was like I was in high school, getting busted by my boyfriend’s mom.

“Calm down, darlin’. It’s not like they’re gonna come traipsing back here. We’ve got a good ten minutes before they even realize we’re missing.” He grabbed my shirt from the ground and shook it out.

I snatched it from his hand and pulled it over my head. “Says the man who isn’t about to meet his boyfriend’s mom.”

Frost cocked his eyebrow.

“You know what I mean,” I huffed. I tried to smooth down my hair and hoped it didn’t look like I was just in the middle of a heavy make-out session with Frost.

“So that mean your mine now?” he drawled.

I rolled my eyes. “Does this need to be decided right now?”

He smirked and pulled me into his arms. “You’re mine.”

I smacked his chest. “Let me go, Frost. I’m seriously freaking out about meeting your mom, and you can’t keep your hands off of me.”

“Relax, Indy.”

I tipped my head back. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me that. It’s always Indiana.”