Dark Temptation (Dark Saints MC Book 2)(45)

“Did you think you were sly staring at me from across the quad?” she asked, undaunted by my presence. At least that’s what she wanted me to think. Her breath hitched just a little. A little blush crept up from the scoop of her tank top. I could see her nipples pebble beneath the stretchy fabric.

Damn. I needed to get a hold of myself. Best thing to do after this was find one of the banger chicks that hung around our club and blow off some steam.

“You should be careful who you hang around with,” I said, taking a bold step toward her. She didn’t budge but held her ground, defiant. Damn, she was sexy as hell. She might not have the first clue how her old man made his dough, but Gina DiSalvo had her father’s tough streak, that’s for sure. It was sexy, but it was also the kind of thing that could land her in real trouble, things being what they were.

“Oh, you mean Gareth back there?”

Gareth. Of course that was his name. I had a flash of jealousy. I wanted her to know mine.

“Yeah,” I said. “Little fuck could use a lesson in manners.”

Gina cocked her head to the side. “You think you’re the one to teach him?”

“Nah. I wouldn’t waste my time with a little shit like that.”

Gina took a breath and smoothed the hair off of her face. We were standing in the middle of the road and a car slowed to get around us. The driver looked like he could be one of Gareth’s frat brothers. Whoever he was, he seemed to know Gina. He glared at me and rolled his window down. I gave him a hard look over my shoulder that made his eyes go wide. He swallowed hard and looked at Gina. She gave him a weak wave and he hit the gas, hightailing it out of there.

“Did my father send you?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe her mother was wrong about how much Gina knew. So far, she’d made me quick enough and hit the nail on the head over why I was here.

“I was just in the neighborhood,” I said, of course she knew I was full of shit. “Thought I’d take a little stroll and see how the other half lives.”

“Right,” Gina said. She crossed her arms in front of her. “Still, you’re pretty far from Port Az. We don’t see too many Saints riding around up here. You planning on branching out?”

I wasn’t wearing my cut, but Gina figured out who I was anyway. She’d grown up in Port Azrael where my club was based. Of course she could pick out my type. That, and I had Dark Saints ink on my left bicep, a kneeling angel with its wings folded behind it and a sword at its feet. She didn’t have to see my patch to recognize it.

“Like I said, I was just in the neighborhood.”

Gina’s eyes narrowed. She took a step toward me, bringing herself within a couple of inches of me. “Look, we can stand out here all afternoon making small talk. You can dance around me as much as you want. I know my father does business with your club. Why, I can’t fathom. But if you’re planning on hanging around, you think you could do it a little less conspicuously?”

I scratched my chin and smiled at her. I had two days worth of stubble growing and I knew it made me look even rougher than usual.

“And this,” she said, stepping around me. She went for my bike, running her long fingers over the leather seat. I felt a twitch in my groin. Just then, I had the hard urge to get her on the back of my hog and ride as fast as I could. I wanted to feel her chest against my back and her hands wrapped around my waist. Fuck. The absolute last thing I needed was to keep thinking about her this way.

“You don’t like my ride?” I asked.

Gina’s eyes glinted again. Oh, she liked it. Damn if that girl wasn’t thinking along the same lines as I was. Either way, it was dangerous for both of us. Gina DiSalvo had a rebellious streak, that was clear.

“That’s a lot of machine,” she said. “How fast does it go?”

“Fast as you want,” I answered, biting my tongue past the urge to call her baby. This was no damn good at all. Never mind all the rest of it, the girl was too young for me. She was nineteen going on thirty and trouble all the way around.

“Hmm,” she said, gripping the chrome handle bars. She leaned over and checked herself out in my side mirror. Finally, she straightened and turned back to me. I crossed the street. Gina moved away from the bike. I climbed into the seat and slid on my sunglasses.

“Take care, Gina,” I said. “I’ll see you around.”

Her mouth opened, forming a tiny little ‘o’. She’d guessed right about why I was here. I think it just still shocked her a little that I knew exactly who she was.

“Who are you?” she said. “Really. What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” I answered. It was true enough for now.

Gina got bold again and came toward me. She curled her fingers around my handlebar, brushing her pinky against my thumb. Electric heat sparked between us. I did the only thing I could think of to break the tension. I started the bike. The roar of the engine vibrated through my chest and I know it did hers. It made her suck in a breath and I couldn’t help but watch those luscious tits of hers rise and fall.

“Who are you?” she asked me again. I decided it wasn’t going to do me any good to keep it from her.

“Call me Zig,” I said then revved the engine once more.

“Zig,” she said. The sound of my name on her lips sent heat shooting straight between my legs. “See you around,” she said.