Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(22)

That explained the funny smell in his room.

“Wait! Where did you say my clothes were?”

“In the washing machine,” he replied, climbing out of bed, not one bit shy about his nudity. He turned around and looked up at me as I counted his abs.

“You have an eight pack,” I stated, lifting my eyes to his.

“Thanks babe, I think you’re pretty hot yourself,” he winked, grabbing his jeans off the floor. “You sure you don’t want to fool around?”

“I have to go,” I repeated weakly, swallowing in an attempt to dampen my dry mouth.

“Why the hurry?” He questioned, pulling up his pants. No underwear. Hmm.

“Do you know where my phone is?” I said, trying to distract myself from him.

“On the nightstand,” he supplied, walking to his dresser and pulling out a fresh t-shirt.

I had ten missed calls and five text messages from Mia. Three missed calls from my brother and one text from Adrianna. At least I know that if I ever should wind up abducted by crazy people, I had my own team of crazy looking for me.

I scrolled through the texts and quickly replied to Mia first, labeling her the worst friend ever then telling her I’d meet her at my brother’s house in twenty minutes. We missed the early bus but if I hauled ass, we could still make the afternoon one.

“Shit,” he said, staring at his own phone.

“What is it?”

“Your brother is looking for you, asked if I could meet him at the gym to give him a hand,” he explained. Then he laughed.

I have no idea why he laughed.

I didn’t really see anything chuckle worthy.

“Should we put the poor bastard out of his misery and tell him you’re safe and sound?”

“Are you crazy?” I asked him incredulously.

“Relax, Kitten. I wasn’t going to tell him I had my fingers inside your pussy. I’ll leave that until Christmas,” he said, with a shake of his head, mocking me—like I was the crazy one. He threw me a pair of sweats. “Here, throw them on and I’ll give you a ride,” he offered.

“I can’t believe this,” I said out loud. I went from being the good girl no one knew was in a room to a girl doing the walk of shame in hooker heels dressed in a biker’s clothes. “And I didn’t even get the happy ending.”

Did I just say that out loud?

“I offered!” He defended.

I pulled his pants on and slid my feet into my ridiculous heels, vowing never to speak again. Once I was fully dressed we walked out of his room and down the stairs into the main room. Riggs disappeared into one of the rooms, promising to return with coffee and I started for the door, hoping to go unnoticed.

A young guy, probably around Riggs’ age stared at me as I tried to make myself scarce.

“What’s your rush, sweetheart?”

Shit.

“Sneaking out on Riggsy? I don’t blame you,” the cute biker said.

“Piss off Bones,” Riggs called, walking into the room with a Styrofoam cup. Bless his heart.

Bones stepped closer to me, smiling lazily as his gaze worked over me.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you, doing with a guy like Riggs?”

“Bones,” Riggs clipped.

“Why don’t you ditch the zero baby and take a chance on the hero?”

Was there a handbook of cheesy pickup lines this MC abided by? That was just as bad as the library one Riggs delivered me last night. Oh, look, it’s all coming back to me. Progress!

“She’s already got the hero, don’t you, Kitten?”

“Kitten?” Bones asked amused.

“That’s me!” I said, waving my hand before I pointed my thumb toward Riggs. “And that’s Tiger.”

“Tiger? Oh, man, this is great.”

“Lauren, walk!” Riggs ordered through clenched teeth, while pressing his palm against my lower back, forcing me out the door.

“Calm down, Tiger,” Bones teased. “You never minded sharing before.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

“You two share women?” I asked, disgusted.

“Ignore him,” Riggs commanded. “He knows dick about what he’s talking about,” he added.

“I’ll flip you for her,” Bones called out, as Riggs slammed the door behind him. He took my hand, mumbled some curse I couldn’t make out and pulled me toward his bike.

“Contrary to what you may think, I’m not a slut,” I blurted, snatching my hand back. “I wouldn’t jump from you to him, willingly or otherwise,” I said defensively.

I realize I was the epitome of an oxymoron, defending my lady-like capabilities while wearing five-inch heels and men’s clothing. This had to be the most horrendous walk of shame in history, but then again, I always was an overachiever. My mother would be so proud. Not.

“Lauren, I’m only going to say this once, okay? So pay attention. You’re the girl you take home to mom, not the girl you pass off to your friends. You’re the type of girl that comes around and makes you grow a fucking conscience,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You want me to meet your mother?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck no, and I don’t ever want to see yours again,” he replied, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Now get on the bike so I can take you home. The good guy act is threatening to expire,” he added.