She was mine and that was the fucking end of it.
It was about time I fucking claimed her. I would just keep her on the down-low. Nobody needed to know Kelly was my old lady.
“Backseat. Now.”
She glanced over her shoulder at her hatchback and back at me. Then she burst into laughter. I glared at her, bracing my arms against the car on either side of her shoulders.
“What’s so funny?”
“You will never fit back there!”
I pressed into her a little harder. Her eyes widened. My extremely hard cock made my point for me.
“I’ll make it work.”
“You think I’m losing my virginity to you in the back of my car?” She looked around the parking lot. “In broad daylight?”
I grunted. She was right, of course. But I needed her. I wanted to get as close as possible.
As naked as possible.
“I just want to fool around a little.”
She shook her head at me.
“You are crazy. You ignore me for months at a time—years, really—and you think you can snap your fingers and I will come running? I have a life, you know. I have friends! Men want to date me! Other men who have actually conversations and don’t just swoop in and kiss a girl.”
I kissed her again. I couldn’t help it. She was so fucking sexy when she got fired up. She kissed me back, even though I could tell she was still mad.
Angry kissing. That was another Kelly specialty.
I was smiling when I lifted my head.
“I wasn’t ignoring you.”
“What do you call it then?”
“Protecting you.”
“Liar!”
She narrowed her eyes and tried to push me away. I didn’t budge. My grin widened.
“Not lying.”
“Fine. Explain yourself.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know. Club business. Your friend Cass got caught up in it a few years ago. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
Her eyes got huge. Bigger than usual. The girl looked animated. She was so damn adorable.
“You mean, the murders?”
So she did know. I guess I could thank Connor for that. I gave her a curt nod.
“That’s why you . . . you really aren’t just playing the field?”
“No.”
She bit her lip, looking away. Even after two years, we didn’t really know each other. Not on the surface. But in my heart, I knew the girl. Something deep inside me recognized something deep inside her.
“Really? But you’re a biker. They all play around. Well, except Mason.”
It was true. Most bikers were pretty rowdy. Certain types of women flocked to the clubhouse, and the guys made use of them. But some of us, Mason and myself, in particular, always took a pass on the easy pickings. They’d even called Mase ‘The Monk’ for years. Until he met Michelle, that is.
I had heard people calling me ‘Granite’ a few times. Not to my face. They respected me too much for that. I knew why they called me that though. Because I was made of stone.
“I said no, and I meant it. There’s no one else now and there hasn’t been since before I met you.”
Her mouth was open. I squinted at her. She almost looked like she was . . . laughing.
“What?” I sounded disgruntled and I was.
“That’s the most words you’ve ever said to me.” She paused, giggles bubbling to the surface. “Total.”
I smiled slowly and let my eyes roam down her body. I was a hell of a lot taller than her and her tank top gave me a nice view of her cleavage. Her golden globes were so round and smooth, I wanted to dive between them.
“You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Who are you, my daddy?”
My voice was a growl.
“Yes.”
“Ugh! Fine, what did I do wrong, Daddy?”
Her voice was thick with sarcasm. I decided I would make her scream that word one of these days. Real soon.
As in ‘Oh yes, daddy.’ and ‘Harder, daddy.’
“You haven’t been taking precautions.”
“What do you mean?”
“Last Saturday. You went out with your girlfriends. You didn’t keep your hand over your drink and then you waited for the cab outside alone.”
Her jaw dropped again. She was an open book. She practically came with thought bubbles.
“You are going to get jumped. Mugged. Dosed. Or worse.”
“You were there?”
I nodded curtly.
“I was fine. Nothing happened.”
“What if something did? What if I wasn’t there, Princess?”
“I didn’t see you! You didn’t come in the bar!”
“That place was not a bar. It was a lounge.” My voice dripped with scorn. “I sent one of my guys in.”
“Your guys?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I’m protecting you.”
“Oh.”
I leaned in closer, brushing her gorgeous lips with mine.
“Come home with me.”
“I thought you said it wasn’t safe.”
“It doesn’t matter now. Even knowing Michelle and Mason puts you in danger. I can do a better job of keeping you safe if I am with you.”
“Cain . . .”
“Come home with me.”
“Why do you always do that? You just make these demands!”
“Fine. Please come home with me.”