“I was, until I saw you. Do you like parties, Angel?”
Her eyes blink at my pet name. Her body stiffens, but that could be because my eyes are still glued to her ass and the way it stretches the material of her skirt. I finally drag my gaze back to her top, which is just as good. She’s wearing a soft pink top with a high collar that doesn’t give me a chance to see her cleavage—and that makes me damn sad. Still, it hugs her tits and those are nice and big. A man could bury his face in them if he felt the urge to go motor boating and he could bury his dick in them if he wanted to go face surfing.
The best of both worlds.
“I have a feeling I’m not really into your type of parties,” she says, her voice a mixture of laughter and sweetness. It’s a damn good voice, perfect, and goes with the rest of her.
Damn.
“What’s your name?”
“Does it matter?”
“My heart will wither up and die without it,” I answer, making her laugh, those beautiful pink-glossed lips of hers spreading into a smile.
I can’t stop myself from letting my eyes travel up and down her body one more time. She’s got these white shoes on with a wide heel, her toes peeking out of them.
I’ll fuck her while she’s wearing nothing but those shoes.
“I think you might be lying to me,” she murmurs.
“You ready to roll, man? Diesel will have our asses if we don’t get back,” Fury says, rounding the aisle that me and my dream woman are standing in.
“In a bit,” I tell him, not taking my eyes away from her.
She looks at Fury and I don’t like it. I frown because that’s the moment I know I’m in real trouble.
For the first time in my life I feel jealousy.
Fury has no trouble getting women. He doesn’t get as much pussy as I do, but only because he doesn’t try. Women tend to flock to him, digging the bad boy vibe mixed with the blond hair and blue eyes look that could have him mistaken for the boy next door.
She turns back to look at me, her eyes finding mine, and the look on her face is thoughtful.
“Enjoy your party, boys,” she says softly, and then starts to move around the corner. I reach out and grab her arm. I instantly love it, and curse myself for it.
Electricity and heat shoot through me like a bolt of lightning. That hasn’t happened before. I’ve never felt anything like it, but it’s there. I think she feels it too, because she jerks in my hold. Or fuck, maybe she’s just unnerved because a man she doesn’t know is putting hands on her. Couldn’t blame her for that. I’ve never done something like this in my life—but I don’t let her go.
“How about I let Fury take the shit back and I take you out for a drink instead?”
She swallows; I know because I’m watching her that closely. She rubs her lips together, spreading the gloss on them even more, and I feel the exact moment a shiver runs through her body. She’s not immune to me, or I’m freaking her out. That seems fair, since my reaction to her is doing the same to me.
“What about your party?”
“You and I can have our own party,” I tell her easily and I hear Fury mumble in the background, but I tune him out.
“I don’t think I’m the kind of girl who goes to your parties,” she laughs.
“Devil, come on. We got to get a move on,” Fury growls and swear to God I’m going to junk-punch his whiney ass for sounding like a harping girlfriend.
“Devil?” she asks, and I grin.
“That’s my road name, Angel.”
“Angel? Devil? That’s kind of lame, isn’t it?”
“I think it’s more like fate,” I answer, loving the way she’s relaxed into my hold.
“I’m not your angel. Trust me on that one,” she laughs.
“Are you ready, Sister?” Another woman comes around the corner, looking at my Angel.
“In a minute,” she says.
“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” the other girl says. I give her a glance. She’s passably pretty. She’s wearing a longer skirt, and a shirt that is buttoned up to the neck. Her hair is in a bun and she’s showing no skin except her face and hands. On some women you’d get the urge to undo the hair and see what’s she’s hiding under those clothes. This woman doesn’t give you that urge. This woman makes me feel like one look and she could cause my balls to go into permanent hiding. It’s unsettling, to say the least.
“No problem, I was just asking… your sister’s name.”
“And I wasn’t giving it,” she laughs, taking her arm out of my hold. I let her go, but I sure as hell don’t want to.