Unbreakable (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 2) (10 page)

She nodded and looked off into space as she demolished her pizza and half the pop. They were quiet until she was done eating. Sitting back in her chair, she looked satisfied and that was the look he wanted to keep on her face the entire night, or as long as they were renting the room. The awkwardness of the conversation — or maybe it was him that was awkward — was new between them, and he wanted to go back to the comfort.

“That’s the look I’ve been waiting for,” she said as she got up, walked over to his side of the table and straddled him. “I’m good and full, so now I’m ready to fuck.”

The look on her face was unlike the doubting ones he’d seen prior to this encounter. She’d thought he didn’t want to stop and snuggle with her, and she was right, but it wasn’t personal; he wanted to get away as fast and far as possible. While that was true, the other reason was that he could see the “What if he really did kill Bruce?” look on her face, and he would never admit how much that hurt. It shouldn’t have, but it did.

“Are you now?” He picked her up by cradling her ass in his palms as he walked her over to the bed. “Maybe I’m not ready to fuck you, yet. Did you ever think of that?”

“No. I could feel you were hard before I was fully seated on your cock. You want me as hard as I want you, but I like when you act like you don’t. It makes it more fun for me to convince you.” She squirmed on the bed, and he almost forgot the reason they were on the run and the reason he wanted to turn back. It was the look in her eye that had slowly started to change from caring to concerned, not concerned for him but concern for herself. Maybe he was paranoid or thinking of the thoughts that would be going on in his head, but he swore he could see the questions brewing, and they were asking if he could have been the person that killed Bruce. The accusations weren’t there now, just lust, and he was happy to see the return of that pure emotion across her face.

“It doesn’t look like you’re trying very hard.” He countered, wanting to hear the jovial tone of her voice.

“This isn’t one of the times I have to work for it.” She had moved from being on her back to up on her knees waiting on the bed as he pulled off his shirt.

“I think I’ll take a shower. We’ve been on the road for what feels like forever, and I just want to get clean.” He loved that her face fell. It shouldn’t have been this much fun to tease her, but damned if it wasn’t. Had he ever been attached to a woman so much that he just wanted to make her happy? Tyson didn’t think so. This was a once in his lifetime thing. Now he just hoped that it lasted. Hell, he hoped they both didn’t regret this whole affair because sometimes he didn’t see how they were going to get out of this unscathed. “Why don’t you come with me? Then I can get you filthy dirty before I wash you clean.”

Just like that, she perked up and hopped off the bed. She could really move when she wanted to. All he could see was pink skin and red hair as she dashed into the bathroom.

“You go pretty fast when you need to don’t you, sugar?”

“I have lots of hidden talents. Stick around, and you’ll see more of them.” That look of hers was back, and he wondered exactly what was going on inside her head. Was she thinking of him going to the prison she recently vacated, or was she thinking that she was going to get pinned with another bad rap? So many troubles clouded her eyes in the last few days, but he couldn’t do anything about them now. All he could do was give her tonight and hope in the next few days they could figure out how to get out of this fire that they’d jumped into from the treacherous frying pan they were in the other day.

“That is my plan, little lady, to stick around as long as possible.”

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