Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC 3)

The locked screen comes up once more, tormenting me. How many times can you guess a password before it locks you out? I wonder if you get locked out for a specific period of time and then you can try again, or if it locks you out permanently. I don’t want anyone to know I was trying to use it. I try his puppy’s name, but no luck. Next I try the name I’d read on the back of their leather jackets. Another bust.

I groan when that doesn’t work. Come on.

I hear another noise and dart to the bed again, closing my eyes, wanting whoever it is to think I’m asleep. I can only imagine what’s going on downstairs. The look on Lucias’s face when he said my brother’s name was filled with pure hate.

I thank God he’s actually in jail because I have a feeling if Lucias gets his hands on him, things will not go well for my brother. He might drive me crazy and I think he needs a good slap in the head, but I don’t want him hurt. He’s my brother. My twin. And I’d told my grandma I’d look after him.

I have to warn him that these people are looking for him. What are the freaking odds that the same man I was crushing after was somehow tangled up with my brother? Maybe the odds were higher than I thought. I have no idea how motorcycle clubs work, but I know Lucias is in one and I know my brother hung with them, too.

The experience I’d had with what my brother had brought to our house showed me I never want to be mixed up with something like that. It’s the reason I kept shooting Lucias down time and time again. Not to mention Lucias is way out of my league and I don’t mean in looks. I mean in life.

I can only picture what goes on in this club if half of what I’ve read in romance novels is true. I don’t ever want to know what’s happened in this very bed I’m lying in. I’m starting to think this is their clubhouse, but if I had to guess what a clubhouse looks like, this wouldn’t be it.

When I hear the door open, I stay extremely still, trying to fake sleep. I hear the door shut, and heavy footsteps move closer to the bed. When I feel fingers rub down my right cheek, it takes everything in me not to open my eyes. The smell of Lucias hits me hard, and I know it’s him. I relax knowing it’s him and not someone else.

I hear a muttered “fuck” and footsteps walking away. Then the laptop opens. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Couldn’t guess the password, I see,” his deep voice rumbles, but it sounds like he’s smiling. I don’t answer, just keep faking my sleep. I’m not sure if he’s onto me or not, but I’m not giving myself up.

I hear more rustling movements, then feel the bed dip on the other side. Lucias pulls me to him a little, wrapping his body around mine.

Oh. My. God. He’s spooning me. I can feel my heartbeat pick up. It thumps loudly, and I wonder if only I can hear it. Or is it loud enough for him to hear it, too? His bare legs tangle with mine, making me wonder if he’s naked. He cannot be naked. I feel my body flush, and I’m sure I’ve turned bright red. I’ve never in my life been in bed with a man, unless you count when I was a kid and Dusty and I would fall asleep together watching movies.

His face comes to my neck like he’s trying to bury it there, then I feel a kiss on my neck, soft and warm. I bite my lip, just happy that he can’t see my face from this angle. The blush has to be showing. The light isn’t great in here—just a single lamp is on—but I’m sure he could see it if he looked right at me. I can feel the heat on my cheeks.

He places another kiss, then another, leading up my neck. The arm he has slung around me pulls me even closer as he continues to assault my neck. Wait. Is assault even the right word? I don’t know if I should tell him to stop or just keep faking sleep. I have a feeling he’s onto me. I don’t think much gets past Lucias.

When he makes it up to my ear, he pulls the lobe into his mouth, sucking before giving it a little bite.

“You should have guessed your name.”

6

Lucias

I feel her tense under me, but I just keep holding her tight.

“Why would you have my name as your password?”

Running my nose along the shell of her ear, I kiss her neck and breathe in her scent. “You knew I wanted you for a while now, Izzy.” She stops moving completely, and I swear you could hear a pin drop. “I didn’t think it would happen like this, though. But as long as I got you in my bed, I guess it doesn’t matter.”