Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

I feel like death on a plate of guilt with a side of cold regret. I love you—those were her spontaneous words that should have rang in my mind like alarm bells. Instead, I fucking acted like a confused bitch and played those words on repeat, trying to figure out why she’d told me like that.

It’s not like I hadn’t seen that look in her eyes… I knew how she felt. I dreaded hearing her say it aloud. My head was so far up my ass that I didn’t even realize she was warning me, hinting for help, trying to get me to come back.

I fucking ran. Like a pussy. Dove straight into a meeting instead of going to her because of three fucking words.

“I didn’t try telling you. I didn’t want you to be shot. It was too risky, and you would have been the first through the door,” she says without looking at me, drawing me out of my own head.

Something inside me quakes, and a lump rises to my throat. She’d rather fucking go through what they would have done than to watch me die. She’d die for me without hesitation. She tried to die for me.

Fucking hell.

More anger gathers inside my core, turning volatile, and I fight to rein it all in.

“I’m supposed to protect you, Eve. Not the other way around. I’ve done a shitty job.”

My hand comes up and I ignore the slight tremor in it. It steadies too quickly for her to notice, but she leans into my touch when I reach her cheek.

My body slowly presses down on hers, and she presses a kiss to my palm. My eyes flutter closed briefly, and I inhale her, covering her with my body, still trying to accept the fact she’s here and safe.

I owe Sarah. I may owe Snake more, and I’ll respect his request to keep her far away, but I’ll never forget what she did for Eve today. I’ll never forget how she saved her when I failed to keep her safe. Again.

“I failed you,” I say, echoing my own thoughts.

“No,” she snorts. “You didn’t. Too many people want me dead right now. It’s crazy, really. You can’t thwart everyone at once, Drex. You saved me from your father. You were like my avenging angel with Jessie. You saved me from Ben. There’s no telling how much you’ve saved me just by staying close and keeping me here, keeping most everyone else out. You covered my body with your own when bullets flew by. You’ve saved me much more than you realize. It sucks to always be a damsel though. I really need to work on my aim.”

I feel torn between tortured and amused, and a grunt escapes me.

She smiles, even though it doesn’t reach her eyes. I study her, taking in every feature in front of me, appreciating it even more than I did yesterday.

“What you said before you were taken wasn’t a warning?” I ask.

She looks confused, and I reach up to run my finger over her forehead.

“I didn’t try to warn you. Like I said, I didn’t want you to charge and it cost you your life.”

“So what you said was real, then. Not just a warning,” I state softly, still watching her eyes.

When a subtle blush fills her cheeks, I know she realizes what I’m talking about. She shrugs before sliding her hands up my chest. With a harsh breath, she groans.

“Sort of thought I was about to die, and wanted to make sure you knew how I felt before it was too late. Please don’t freak out because of that, Drex. I—”

I swallow the rest of her words, interrupting whatever she was going to say as I drink down her sounds. When my tongue slips into her mouth, she moans and threads her fingers into my hair, tugging me closer.

She’s breathless and panting when I break the kiss, and I slowly pin her hands above her head, locking them both into place using just one of my own hands.

“Not freaking out, Eve,” I tell her, feeling my lips twitch when she bites down on her bottom lip nervously.

Reaching down with my free hand, I tear open her shorts and shove them down her legs, lifting up so she can kick them off when they reach her ankles. Her panties are soaked, as though just my weight on top of her is enough to turn her on.

“I thought you were going to be fun,” I tell her, sliding my hand down the front of her panties. Her breath hitches, and her gaze grows heavy. “Thought you were going to be something on the side to play with,” I go on, bending over to lightly bite her nipple through her bra as my finger dips inside her.

She moans as my finger slides in her wet slit, and I tease her clit with my thumb while my finger pumps in and out of her in a slow rhythm.