Riding Him (Ghost Riders MC 5)

“Might as well get some sleep now. We may not be getting much.” He winks at me with those gorgeous green eyes of his, and I want to slap him.

I roll my eyes, and he throws his hands up in defense.

“I meant because of the mission.” He takes off his cut and shirt before removing his boots.

His chest and arms are covered in ink, but it’s hard to make out more than that with night setting in and no light around us.

“Now don’t go trying anything with me tonight, Violent Violet. I’m just looking to stay warm, and being skin on skin is the best way to do that. It’s science. You can Google it.” He shoots me one of his classic smiles.

I would protest, but I know he’s right. I’ve seen enough survivor shows to know how to make it in the wilderness. Plus, my dad loved dragging us on camping trips, and he would tell us all this crap until we were all bored to death.

“Just try to keep your hands to yourself tonight,” he says, rubbing his hard abs and giving me a cocky grin.

Meeting his gaze, I slip off my cut, and then pull my tank top off, too. I stand in front of him in jeans and my black lacy bra. Thank God, I put on decent underwear. I toe off my boots and wiggle my jeans down my hips until I’m only in my bra and pink panties.

Scribe stands there open-mouthed, not saying a word as I walk past him and try my best to seem confident instead of scared shitless. I stop and look over my shoulder at him.

“I think I’ll be okay tonight, Knox,” I whisper sexily. “I’m used to sleeping with danger.”

I flip open my butterfly knife and flip it closed again. The moonlight bounces off the silver, catching his eye, and I see him audibly swallow. Then he just smiles like he’s not scared at all, which kicks my anger up a notch.

“Besides, didn’t you get enough already? You got lucky with that bartender, and then I played with your dick after that, too.” I try to say it as calmly as possible, like I’m teasing him back, but I hear the sound of anger in my own voice.

“Trust me, baby, you’re the only action my dick’s seen in a long time.” He reaches down like he’s remembering my touch there.

“Right,” I laugh. Scribe is one of the biggest flirts I’ve seen. He’s always got something dirty to say to either me or Cas, but I know with Cas, it’s a joke. That’s just how they are together. When I’d seen him with the bartender, all laughs and following her into the back, it just cemented it.

Scribe leans in so we’re just a breath apart. The moon lights up all the lines of his face, making those green eyes even brighter than normal.

His hand comes up, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “It’s been a long time, Violet.” His words are soft and quiet in the night. “I didn’t touch Tracy, just helped her with a few cases of beer she needed moved. We always do it for her, being as she lets us over take her bar most nights.” He leans in a little, and I don’t move an inch. I’m not even sure I’m breathing. “I was only there because I knew you’d be there. Besides, I don’t care for blondes. Seems I’ve taken a liking to brunettes half my size that won’t seem to give me the time of day.”

I just stare up at him, unsure what to say, expecting him to give me one of those teasing smiles or something, but he doesn’t. He just looks down at me, waiting for me to say something, but I can’t find any words. Once again, all kinds of shit I don’t understand is hitting me, and I’m feeling things for him I shouldn’t be.

He closes the distance between us, his mouth landing on mine. I go to push him away, but my fingers only grab ahold of him. His flesh is warm under my fingertips as his mouth starts to move against mine. My lips fall open for him. My body seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to him.

His tongue lazily slides between my lips, and I can’t stop myself from pushing into his mouth, nothing lazy about it. I want him. Fuck, do I want him. It’s like the gates have opened and I need him now. All those feeling I’d been trying to tell myself I didn’t have come flooding out in one giant wave, and now I’m climbing his body like I’m in heat or something.

He matches my enthusiasm, kissing me back just as hard. He growls into my mouth, and before I know it I’m flat on my back inside the tent with him looming over me.