Storm (Storm MC 1)

“I might just throw this at him, instead of giving it to him,” she muttered.

I laughed. “You do know he’s just playing with you, don’t you?”

“Yeah, well I don’t want to play with him. He rubs me the wrong way,” she complained.

“Fair enough, honey. Do you want me to take him his drink?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, shoving it at me.

I took it from her and headed outside to find him. He was still on his call when I got to him. He looked up and caught my gaze. There was no smile, but there was certainly some heat there. I watched as his eyes moved, slowly, hungrily, over my body while he continued his conversation. When they made their way back to mine, I was wet with desire. My stomach had butterflies and my core was clenching. I wanted him. He ended his call, put his phone in his pocket, and walked to where I was.

“That mine?” he asked, nodding at the drink.

“Yes,” I breathed out, handing it to him. I was bewildered from the way he had undressed me with his eyes, and was having trouble thinking straight.

He drank some of his drink, but kept his eyes on mine the whole time. I didn’t know where this was heading, but I was beginning to feel completely exposed to him, like he was reading my thoughts and desires.

Needing to put some space between us, I went to leave but he reached out and grabbed my wrist. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and hoarse.

I avoided his eyes, and instead focused on my wrist that he was holding. He let me go and put his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. I just wanted to squeeze my eyes shut; I didn’t want to look at him, and I really didn’t want to look inside myself for the answer to his question.

Instead, I jerked my head out of his hold, and said, “It doesn’t mean anything, J.”

“You sure about that, babe?”

Now I looked directly into his eyes. “Yes, I’m very sure,” I retorted, even though I was pretty damn sure I was lying.

He contemplated me for a couple of moments, and then slowly nodded, like he had settled something in his mind. Then he changed the subject. “Still no word on Nix’s whereabouts.”

“So we’re still on lockdown?” I asked, my words laced with mild sarcasm.

He chose to ignore my attitude. “Yeah.”

“Okay. I’m pretty tired after not much sleep last night, so I’m going to have a nap,” I said. I also needed some time to myself; these unwanted desires and confused thoughts needed to go into bloody lockdown as far as I was concerned.

I left him outside; telling my pussy to shut the fuck up, she wasn’t getting any today.

***

I slept all afternoon, waking around dinner time. J and Serena had managed to not kill each other. In fact, they were in the kitchen, cooking dinner together when I found them.

I sat at the table and asked, “Have you two been playing nice?”

Serena poked her tongue out at me. “As a matter of fact, we have been. J changed the oil in my car and checked some other things too.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Really? How did she convince you to do that, J?”

He smirked. “Let’s just say she had her ways.”

Serena flicked him with the tea towel and scowled, “You make it sound dirty, biker boy,” she said, and then directed at me, “I cooked cupcakes for him.”

I had to stop myself from laughing at that. “Where’s the mess from your cooking, honey?” I asked, surveying the kitchen that was fairly spotless. I was always the one who had to clean up her kitchen messes so I wondered who the heck had done this one.

“J cleaned it up,” Serena replied, and I didn’t fail to notice that she seemed kind of impressed about this.

J was a clever man; winning my friend over by doing things for her. I looked at him and he was watching me, smile in place. Yeah, he knew what he was doing alright. The only question was – why was he going to the effort?

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