Cuffed (The Untouchables MC 1)

I could probably have gotten away with it. Just one touch to see if her skin was as impossibly soft as it looked. Just her cheek.

No one would ever know. Not even her.

The delicate looking girl beside me had fallen asleep.

She looked even younger in her sleep, and my protective instincts were in overdrive. I didn’t just want to take her home safely tonight. I didn’t even just want to kiss her, and everything that came after.

I wanted to protect her.

To keep her safe.

And considering the world I’d plucked her out of, that was far from easy.

But that wasn’t the strangest part. I shook my head, keeping my eyes on the road. The strangest part was how awake I felt. How alive.

It was the first time I’d thought about anything but revenge in… well, almost a year.

I cleared my throat and she stirred, stretching those insanely nice legs of hers and blinking up at me like a sleepy little owl.

A hot and sexy owl. But still somehow freaking sweet and adorable at the same time.

Harmless. She looked utterly harmless. Except to my peace of mind. And my cock.

In that regard, she was incredibly dangerous.

“You said Lewiston. I need a street address.”

She blinked again and the wall went up. I saw it happen. And I hated it.

Damn, I’d really preferred the soft and sleepy little kitten.

“47 Charles.”

I gave her a sharp glance. I knew that address. I’d had it under casual surveillance in the past, before I realized Mason was straight.

Or mostly straight, for a biker.

“You live with Mason?”

“Yeah.”

“You said you were his… niece?”

She gave me a look. She knew what I was asking. I suddenly had the unpleasant image of her wrapped up in the burly bikers arms, his big hands all over her-

“He’s not a perv. He’s looked after me since I was fifteen.”

Something clicked. Fifteen…

“When you started at The Jar.”

It wasn’t a question. She looked away, slinking down into the seat the way only a teenage girl could. Only she wasn’t a teenager anymore. Or, she wouldn’t be much longer.

She was legal.

Christ Conn, get your mind out of the gutter!

“You’re a stray aren’t you?”

She glared at me. I could tell she wanted to tell me to fuck off. I grinned suddenly, overjoyed that Mason wasn’t her man. That didn’t make a damn bit of sense either.

It’s not like I could date her anyway for God’s sake.

It was crazy to even think about it. It could never happen. Never. Not for a million reasons.

She was too damn young.

She was too damn pretty.

She was part of the seedy underbelly that I meant to gauge out and expose.

She was a Goddamn WITNESS.

Danny. She could be the key to avenging Danny’s death.

I realized I was gripping the wheel so hard my hands were turning white. I exhaled deeply and rolled the window down, letting a shot of cold air hit my face. I glanced at her and rolled it back up again.

It might be stupid, but I loved seeing her wear my jacket.

I pulled over in front of Mason’s house and put the car in park. I turned to her, making an effort to remember this was not a date.

Because I had the unmistakable urge to kiss her.

Get it together, Conn!

“We’re here.”

She pulled off the jacket and I got hit with that wave again. The sweet, feminine smell of her. Her hair got caught in the seatbelt and I had to clench my fist to keep from pulling it free for her.

After a second I gave in, my hands brushing the back of her neck as I tugged the silky strands loose. I inhaled sharply. My fingers felt like they’d been electrified by the feel of her skin. But not in a bad way.

In a fucking miraculous way.

I knew without a doubt that I was going to be hard for hours. Just from that. I stifled a groan and leaned away from her. It was the hardest damn thing I’d ever done in my life, too.

She gave me a small nod. She was such a serious little thing. I stared at her, my body urging me to make a move. I smiled reassuringly. Or tried to. I’m sure it looked like a grimace.

“Thanks, for the ride I guess.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be seeing each other soon.”

I watched her as she walked down the path and disappeared around the side of the house. I sat there for a little while, lost in thought. The sun was coming up, so I put on my shades and drove away.

Cassandra

We’ll be seeing each other soon.

His words echoed in my head as I walked up the walkway to the side door. It swung open and I was engulfed in a bear hug of epic proportions.

“Case- Jesus girl, I have been worried sick.”

I looked at him. Mason was pale. He did look worried. I grimaced.