Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(25)

I take the fry from him to try and concentrate on something besides how much I want sex…with him…again…tonight…all night…

“Katydids are cool. They—”

“Are ugly grasshopper-like things that chirp,” I finish for him. “I know you’re the king of pickup lines and all, but I’ve got to tell you, being compared to a bug is not what a woman wants to hear from a man.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. So, your leg?”

“I injured it,” I tell him vaguely, taking a drink of my soda.

“I really need you to be more forthcoming, Katie.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to know more about you.”

I freeze with the straw to my drink right in front of my lips. “Why? We spent one night f*cking each other’s brains out. It was hot and damn good, but it was just sex. It’s not like we need to become friends now, as if we even could. You’re holding me hostage, remember?” I take another drink.

“You’re a hard woman, Katyd.” I give him the mean look and he holds up his hand in defense. “Katie,” he corrects himself. “So, at least tell me how you managed to erase all signs of your burn phone,” he says, holding out another fry to my lips.

I stop. So, that’s his game? He wants to act like my buddy and pump me for information? He doesn’t realize I’ve spent my life with men who mastered mind-f*ck games.

“Nice try,” I tell him, turning down the fry. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore. I’m suddenly really tired.”

“You sure?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“Definitely.”

He shrugs and starts bagging up the trash. He reaches over with his free hand and puts it on the table. I hand him my coke.

“Do you think you could maybe unhook us so we can sleep?”

“I’m not real tired,” he says, ignoring my request. “Think I’ll watch some TV.”

“Great, but how am I supposed to sleep when you’re attached to me?”

“You didn’t complain last night.”

“I can’t remember last night.”

“I could remind you.”

“Something you should know about me, Torch. I have this rule. It’s a small one, really. I don’t sleep with men who hold me captive. I’m weird like that.”

“I could make you like it,” he says, and I’m beginning to hate that cocky grin he wears.

“Probably. I mean, you’re obviously a man-whore, so you have enough experience to make me like it. It’s part of what made last night so great. But, after it was over, I’d want to put my head in the oven and die.”

“Damn.”

I give him an over-the-top smile. “Will you please unhook us now?” I ask again, rattling our hands.

“Afraid not, Katydid. Can’t risk you trying to make a break for it in the middle of the night.”

“God, I hate you.”

“Now, is that any way to talk to the future father of your children?”

“Jesus, you’ve gone insane!”

“Let’s go brush our teeth. Got to keep those chompers pearly white.”

He stands up, pulling me along, then puts one hand on my ass, pushing me into him. He starts pulling me up his body. I’m forced to use my free hand to brace on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, trying to ignore the fact that his cock is hard and pushing into my stomach.

“Your leg’s hurt. Climb on me. I’ll take us to the bathroom.”

“I can wa—” I stop when he shifts me, trying to do it all himself. “Okay! Okay! Stop before you dump us both on the carpet.” I help him lift, then wrap my legs around his waist. Our linked hands make it so he holds my ass, my other arm down at my side. Not the most comfortable position, for sure. “Are you planning on brushing my teeth for me too?” I ask sarcastically.

“We’ll brush together. The couple that brushes together, stays together.”

“Was there crazy pills in our food?”

He actually kisses my nose in response.

We brush our teeth, together, and then I somehow manage to make him unhook us and turn his back so I can take off my yoga pants. Luckily, his shirt I’m wearing is long enough it comes to just above my knees. I climb under the covers before I finally tell him.

“Okay, you can turn around now.” He walks around and gets in the bed beside me. “There’s another bed you know. You could sleep there.”

“Yeah, that’d be kind of hard to do,” he says, and I try to concentrate on what he’s saying but he’s taking off his clothes. All. Of. His. Clothes.

“What are you doing??”

“Getting ready for bed,” he says, sounding bored.

“You can’t sleep with me naked!”

“It’s how I sleep. You know that. Remember last night?”

Like I could forget it. “Yeah, well, that was just last night. Tonight, I’m not here willingly. So, if you are sleeping with me, you’re going to do it with your clothes on!”

“Not happening,” he says, slipping into the bed. “Hand me your arm.”

I don’t know if I could take him, but it’d be close. Still, if I try it so quickly and I fail, it won’t work. I need to plot this out carefully. So, as much as I’d rather junk-punch him, I hand him my arm. He secures the handcuff once again and links our hands together like we’re going to sleep holding hands. I roll over as much as I can and ignore him.