Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(14)

Is this a trick question? “I’ve no idea.”

“Never.” She gives me a challenging look. “What’s so special about you, then?”

His request for his sister to be nice to me takes on a whole new level of meaning. It’s hard keeping the smile off my face, but I have the feeling Kat’s testing me. No idea why she’d even want to, since it’s obvious Zach can take care of himself, but on the other hand, it’s sort of sweet.

I think they’d both kill me if I said that, so I shrug as if her question hasn’t just made my imagination go into hyperdrive.

“Guess you’d need to ask him that.”

“No, thanks. I don’t want his explanation of what makes a * so irresistible to him.”

From anyone else her comment would sound like an insult, but I have the strangest conviction she doesn’t mean it to be taken as one.

“No, that would be gross.” I might talk sex with my sister, but I can’t see myself doing that if I had a brother. “You never know. Maybe he just wants more of my fascinating conversation.”

Kat grins, and finally appears completely genuine. “That would be a no. Just a friendly heads-up, but my brother doesn’t have conversations with chicks. In case you’re hoping for anything more than a mindless screw.”

Okay, I have never had a conversation like this with anyone. My head’s telling me to get out of there, but for some reason I don’t want her thinking I’m entirely clueless when it comes to what Zach does and doesn’t want.

“I’m not hoping for anything.” I keep my voice light, but I’m a little annoyed. Sure, there’s nothing but sex between Zach and me, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t also have scintillating conversations if we wanted to.

That we haven’t is neither here nor there, and it’s certainly none of Kat’s business.

“Cool.” She looks as though she’s trying not to laugh. “It’s just, the last time he had a girl stay over, she thought that was an invite to move all her shit in, like she was his old lady or something. It didn’t end well.”

I definitely don’t want to know what she means by that. “Trust me, I’ll be out of here tomorrow. This isn’t anything serious.”

She shrugs. “Guess you’ll leave when Zach tells you.”

I might not have followed my dream career because of family expectations, and I don’t even want to think about the whole mess with Russell, but whether I like to admit it or not, I always had the choice.

Kat makes it sound as though this thing I have with Zach starts and ends with whatever he wants, without any input from me. She couldn’t be more wrong. Ever since I met him I’ve been pushing my boundaries and playing by my newly forged rules. He might be used to calling the shots, but that doesn’t mean I’m not calling my own.

“Actually, I’ll leave when I’m ready. And for now, that’s first thing in the morning.”

She narrows her eyes and contemplates me for a moment. Then she gives a small smile. “You want coffee? There’s a great place we can go just down the street.”





Chapter Six


Zach


I move Grace’s car to my garage, and it turns out the on-board computer’s f*cked, but that’s no problem. I have contacts, and in a couple of hours I’ll be able to fix it as good as new.

I go upstairs, and there’s a weird kind of anticipation in my chest. I don’t know why I can’t get her out of my head. Sure, she’s a great lay, but still, *’s only *.

So why did I refuse the offer of a blow job from one of the strippers at the clubhouse? She’s done me a few times before, but all I wanted was Grace on her knees, taking me into her mouth.

And that’s exactly what’s going to happen as soon as I find her.

The kitchen’s empty. So’s the living room. I push open my bedroom door but she’s not there, either. I swing about, disbelief pumping through me. Has she left?

It’s only then I see her case by the wall. Not that it means anything. Girl like her could easily replace everything in there without even blinking.

What the f*ck did Kat say to her?

I pull out my cell and remember that I don’t have Grace’s number. I don’t even know her last name, although that’d be easy enough to find out, seeing as her car’s downstairs.

I’m halfway down the hallway before it hits me. What am I doing, chasing some piece of ass? If she’s gone, then to hell with her.

It doesn’t stop me calling Kat. She answers on the third ring. “Yeah?” She sounds bored. She always sounds f*cking bored.

“Where is she?” I slam the front door and enter the garage where the Merc looks completely out of place amid the couple of bikes I’m working on plus all the shit that goes with my business.

“Who’s that, then?’ She sounds like she’s trying not to laugh which really pisses me off. And that’s kind of strange, since my sister, despite being a real pain in the ass, rarely manages to annoy me.

“The chick who left her stuff all over my bed.”

“Oh, her. Yeah, she’s with me. I’m trying to warn her about you, but she’s not having it.”

She hasn’t f*cked off. I prop my butt against the door of her car. “Where are you?”