Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(45)

Dirty jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “She ain’t missin’, Einstein.”

“Her parents think she is,” Daniel spat back, his hand going to the gun on his belt holster. The two officers standing on either side of him mirrored the action.

So did Dirty. He reached into his cut and—

“No, they don’t,” Ellie said, stepping out from behind Dirty. “I just spoke with them, told them I’d decided to hang with a friend for a few days, and that I’d be by soon. It was supposed to be a surprise.” She glared at Daniel, grateful her anger had taken a front seat to this horror show. “A surprise you f*cking ruined.” Those last five words were said through her teeth, punctuated with as much venomous innuendo as she could muster.

“Speakin’ of friends,” Dirty said. “We gotta ride. Places to f*ckin’ be.”

“Ellie,” Daniel said tightly, turning back to her.

It took every ounce of willpower not to shrink away, every ounce of sanity not to remember that awful mouth on her, biting her, groping her, tearing her clothing off of her, punching her, slapping her.

“You need to come down to the station with me so we can close the case.”

“Hell f*ckin’ no,” Dirty said, leaning over his bike and into Daniel’s personal space. “You want someone to be comin’ to that station, it’s gonna be Deuce. And he’ll be comin’ real f*ckin’ soon.”

Daniel’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes did. Was that fear Ellie glimpsed? Satisfaction roared through her. Daniel was afraid of Deuce. And suddenly she’d never been so happy before that she knew Deuce and the Horsemen.

Daniel waited several tense moments before answering. “Make sure he does,” he replied evenly.

After Daniel and his officers were out of sight, Dirty straddled his bike. Once he was seated, he jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Get on,” he said tightly.

He didn’t want her on the back of his bike; that much was obvious. He definitely had issues with being touched, needing space, and even seemed to have problems with having full-length conversations.

But neither of them had much of a choice at the moment. She just hoped her touching him wouldn’t send him into another flashback or worse.

At first, she tried to get on behind him without touching him, but the last time she’d been on a motorcycle was the one and only time she’d slept with Cage. Years and years ago. Eventually she gave up trying and grabbed Dirty’s shoulder to steady herself as she swung her left leg over the seat and eased herself up.

Once she was seated, she tentatively slid her arms around Dirty’s waist and as she did, his back went ramrod straight. She froze with her hands on his waist, then whispered, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She held her breath and waited for him to react, to get angry with her, to laugh at her even, but instead his body loosened and his shoulders bowed forward. Breathing out in relief, she continued her slow slide around his midsection until she was holding tightly to his lean waist.

“Lean with me,” Dirty said loudly over the roar of his Harley pipes.

“What?” she asked.

He turned his head to the side. “When I hit a corner, lean with me.”

She nodded, he faced forward, and they shot out into the street.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN


After tossing back the last of my drink, I set the glass down on the bar and turned to glare at Cage. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into coming here,” I muttered.

Cage smirked before he took a swig of his beer. “Who the f*ck was talkin’?” he asked. “All I remember was a lot of f*ckin’.”

Glaring down at my empty glass, I silently willed the gin to refill itself. Nothing was going as planned. Nothing.

Stopping by my mother’s house had done nothing except further propel me into Cage’s naked lap. Watching him interact with her, the way he was so careful with her, gentle and sweet, that by the time we’d left we’d barely made to his bike before I was sexually assaulting him.

So what if a guy is nice to your very fragile mother? That shouldn’t mean you’re suddenly craving his dick in your mouth. Or agreeing to spend the rest of the day at his ridiculous motorcycle club with him, still craving his dick in your mouth.

“Do you think she saw us?” I whispered.

“Your mom? See you tryin’ to strip me naked in the driveway?” Cage snorted. “Yeah, babe, I think the whole neighborhood saw us.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?” I demanded.

Shooting me an amused glance, Cage started laughing. “Stop you? Babe, your *’s like f*ckin’ crack. Been up inside that shit all damn day and I’m still jonesin’ for more.”

Ahhhhh, dammit. That smile, that voice, those crude words that somehow sounded as sexy as f*ck.

“Tegen,” he said softly. “Stop lookin’ at me like that, babe, or I’m gonna pick you the f*ck up and take you straight to my room. I know you don’t want to go there, but you keep starin’ at me all hungry and shit, I’m not gonna care what the f*ck you want. I’m just gonna take it.”

Realizing I’d been staring at Cage, I swallowed hard and glanced away. Seconds later I felt his hand land on my thigh and slide slowly in between my legs, cupping me. “Think I might just take it anyway,” he said, his voice a low growl.