Losing Me, Finding You(41)

“Austin!” Shit. Mireya's banging at the door with her fist and when I don't come to open it, she uses her key card and waltzes in. “What the hell is … ” When she spots Amy, she freezes, dark eyes locking onto the blue-eyed girl who's lounging on my bed in her shiny, little pj's. She looks from Amy to me and then back to Amy again, black hair flying around her face and getting stuck to her painted lips.

Gaine moves around the bed and puts a hand on Mireya's arm.

“This is Amy Cross,” he says. “Our newest member.”

“Oh, shit no,” she snarls, looking back over at me. “This bitch has probably never even ridden a f*cking bike. She can't join Triple M.” I stare back at her, but I don't really know what to say. My mind's a bit preoccupied with the thoughts of cops buzzing around and asking questions and even more so with the idea that Amy and Gaine were here for hours together. They were drinking, but what else did they do? I can't stop thinking about those f*ckin' sheets. Why change 'em? God help me, if I find out that he f*cked her, I will kill 'im.

“Get ready to go and worry about yourself, Sawyer,” I say, turning to look at Amy. Her lips are pursed and her blue eyes are pulsing with anger, but at least she doesn't look scared. I wonder if there's anything in this world that could scare Amy Cross. “Amy, get dressed and gather your things. You can wear one of my jackets for now.”

“But she's a prospect!” Mireya screams. Gaine tries to comfort her, but she tears her arm away and gives Amy a glare the likes of which I've never seen. She spins on her heel and storms out, slamming the door shut so hard behind her that a picture falls off the wall and breaks.

“Gaine,” I begin, but he's already waving goodbye to Amy and moving to the door.

“I'll take care of her,” he says. “See you on the open road, Miss Cross.” He disappears and leaves me alone with this strange girl, this girl that I can't get out of my mind, who I want more than anything or anyone I've ever met, but who I know nothing about it. It's strange as shit.

“Is everyone okay?” she whispers, voice soft. My body reacts to the sound immediately, dragging my unused sexual tension right back out into the open and making my cock so stiff I can barely walk around the bed to touch her. My fingers brush the skin on her arm and she shivers, glancing away and biting her lip.

“Everyone's fine, sugar,” I tell her, stepping close and folding her into my arms. Her hair smells sweet and her body is hot, too hot, like she's been sitting in the sun all day. I wonder if anything happened between her and Gaine. “Just a little slip up,” I whisper, my hot breath stirring her hair and brushing against her ear. Her hands come up reflexively and clutch my shirt. “But we've gotta get dressed and go.”

“Okay,” she says, and I think she's waiting for me to step back and let her go.

My body is pulsing, and I'm full of tension – not a good way to ride.

“How fast can you get dressed?” I ask her, tightening my grip around her body. Amy's breath catches in her throat and she swallows hard.

“Five minutes?”

“Good girl.”

I relax my arms and spin Amy around so that she's facing the wall, grabbing her pajama pants with my hands and sliding them down her hips so I can pull them off of her feet. I toss the damn things onto the dresser and take note of the pretty, little panties she put on for me. Or Gaine. I frown and unzip my pants, remembering almost too late to use a condom. Last one, I think as I pull it out and put it on.

I lean in and reach my hand up her shirt until I find her breast. It's trapped in a bra, but I don't have time to take it off. When we get to the next town, Amy Cross better be ready for me because I'm stripping her down and tasting every inch of that body.

“We've got to be quick,” I whisper and she nods, putting her hands on the wall and pushing her ass out for me.

I shove aside her panties and slide in, glad to see that she's wet and ready for me. I close my mind against the rest of my thoughts and let myself pick up right where we left off, pulling that sexual tension out and thrusting it right into Amy. She's already biting her lip and pressing her forehead to the wall, whimpering as I slam myself against her with deep, hard thrusts. I'd much prefer to play around a little, but time is of the essence, so I'll make do.

“Goddamn,” I growl, feeling my orgasm comin' on fast. Something about this damn girl. As I move inside of her, I think maybe that I'm kinda lucky that she's coming with me because I still haven't had enough, not yet. If I thought a few f*cks could get her out my system, I was dead wrong. There is so much more I want to do to her.

“Hurry,” she says and my heart starts to beat faster, making my blood run molten hot and my head pound with desire. “Faster.”

I move my hips deeper, harder, quicker until I'm pounding Amy into the wall and growling like a Goddamn animal. When I hear her start to scream, I let myself go, wishing with all that is holy in hell that I was coming inside of her.

We both finish and I slide out of her, stepping back and wiping the sweat from my brow. When Amy turns around to look at me, she's smiling. My heart skips another beat and my arm snakes out and wraps her waist, pulling her to me for a kiss. Gaine, better have kept his hands to himself, I think. Because this girl is mine.