Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

Bristling, I narrow my eyes at her.

“The definition of good is slightly askew through my eyes,” I tell her dismissively, dropping to my back.

As if she’s going for the good-behavior award, she slips her leg over my waist, getting as close as possible, as my arm curves around her in a more relaxed position.

After a few minutes of silence, I hear her release a heavy sigh that heats my skin closest to her mouth.

“You’re a little insane,” she finally says.

“I’m not dangerous,” I quickly point out.

She lifts her head and gives me a dubious look.

“Not to you,” I amend.

I feel her sardonic grin tug up, and glance down to see her unconvinced look.

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you,” I tell her very plainly.

“I know that. But you would kidnap me and take me to a secret location to lock me away. Too many people seem convinced of this.”

I nod, because that’s not dangerous.

She snorts against me, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t be laughing about this.”

“If I’m insane, you’re worse, because you’re indulging my delusions,” I say around a yawn.

She moves to be halfway on top of me, sliding all that skin across mine, as her lips brush my throat.

“Can you at least let me get to know this new version of you while you’re planning out my future abduction?” she asks with a slowly growing grin.

Her breath comes out in a surprised hiss when I flip her to her back, coming down on top of her as I slowly pin her hands above her head.

“I’ll be happy to make more introductions,” I tell her before my lips come down on hers.

Chapter 27

KARA

“I’m not doing it. I’m staying with Kara. Hell, I brought her here for a reason. We need some alone time together. Go do it yourselves,” Rush tells Drex and Axle.

“Dash is still in the hospital, Sledge has to keep an eye on the club, and we have to be extremely careful who we trust with this,” Drex bites out.

Rush has me sitting on the ground between his legs, surrounding me. He’s started hovering more and more…possibly because I’m allowing him to invade my personal space too much.

I lean my head over on his thigh, bored with this argument. Herrin will be gone by the time they decide who’s going.

“These are the sort of things someone has figured out before they think they have a lead,” Rush tells Drex.

I have to agree with him, but I know my brother is doing all he can to work against a much smarter, more paranoid, and definitely more cowardly adversary.

“Please,” Axle finally grinds out. “We need a good shot to cover our backs.”

Rush blows out a breath of frustration, and his eyes dart over their shoulders to where a familiar blonde is lingering, giving us a small wave.

“Where’s Jude?” Rush asks.

“He’s already on his way to the rendezvous point with the small crew he’s been using to try and draw Herrin out,” Drex answers.

Rush scrubs a hand over his face. “Fucking chaos all around me.”

He stands abruptly, stepping over me and leaving me behind. Axle and Drex both look surprised, since he hasn’t let me out of his sight for almost a solid week now. Since the night I decided to stop pretending I’m ever going to be normal.

I’m not even sure I want to be normal. I don’t fit in with normal people who talk about sports, cars, and the weather so they can avoid the real world.

Rush glances back at me, and then his gaze flicks to them. “I’ll get Sarah to give her a ride back,” he says a little angrily.

“Is this what our future looks like? You just deciding where I go and when?” I ask, lazily looking down at the abandoned phone on the table. “Not even allowed permission to call anyone?”

No one seems bothered by the fact I’m still technically a captive, as they all worry Rush is going to steal me away and turn me into…a captive.

The irony is lost on this group, who are more concerned with killing my father than basic human rights.

As Rush talks with Sarah, and Drex and Axle exchange a quietly murmured plan of action, I give a small nod. “Right. Got it. I’ll take that as a no. Thanks for at least acknowledging me.”

My little rant goes completely ignored, only adding more merit to the dismissed words.

“This is why I left the south. Nobody listens to a woman unless she has a big purse and talks or looks like a virgin. I don’t even have a phone or clean panties,” I add a little petulantly.

“Is Texas considered part of the south?” Sarah calls from across the room.

“Oh, shocker. The one person to pay me any attention is the other woman in the room,” I point out, glaring at my brother and Axle as they start drawing on napkins.