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He stood a foot away with his hands shoved into his pockets, his biceps bulging from the seam of his T-shirt. God, he was sexy. It was probably the last thought she should be having after the night she had, but maybe she was just crazy. She pursed her lips.
“Bye.”
He stared again, not saying a word. Awkward.
She grabbed the handle and opened it. When she stepped inside the car, his hands gripped her waist, pulling her back out and propping her against the open door. It all happened so quick she didn’t have time to register exactly what was happening. He moved forward, his chest butting against hers, his hand sliding up her back, cupping her jaw and angling her head up. His lips were on hers before she could even think of what he was doing. Her eyes widened, focused on his, which were closed. His tongue plunged past her lips, dipping into her mouth, warm and wet. She was having flashbacks to her first kiss where she’d stood frozen against a wall as her date kissed her. Back then she didn’t know how to kiss, right now, she was struck with shock. His chest pressed against her body, sending her shoulder blades into the rim of the door. Every part of him was laid flat against her. Kiss him back, you dumbass. His tongue circled around hers, and his lips moved over hers with such precision she couldn’t even think.
She’d been kissed before, but usually she knew what to expect. Trax was unpredictable and amazing and gifted when it came to her mouth. His hand slid down to her neck, tightening as his thumb flexed into her pulse. There was no way of hiding it now. He could definitely feel her pulse racing.
This kiss alone had her rethinking her decision to get out of his bed. Right and wrong played a fierce game of Mortal Combat in her head. She leaned in closer, curling her hand around his waist. His growing erection dug into her stomach. God, why did I leave his bed? His tongue swiped along the shell of her lips, and an immediate twinge of pleasure heated her lower half. Just from a friggin’ kiss?
His fingers dug into her back, giving way to a small tug of separation. It was ending a little too soon for her liking. When his lips shifted away slightly, she clawed her fingers into his waist and moved forward, pressing her lips against his. It was a bold move, one that could have gotten her rejected, but it didn’t. He released a soft groan, and she took it as an invitation. Her tongue swept inside his mouth. Her skin tingled in pure delight when his hand drove into the back of her hair. She fiddled her fingers under the hem of his shirt, caressing up his sculpted muscles over his bare skin. He was so warm. The skin-to-skin contact deepened the kiss.
To any passerby, they’d appear to be a couple in desperate need of finding a room. She shifted her lips, rubbing her core against his straining cock. She was struck with immense regret that she’d left his room so quickly. If she had stayed, no doubt they’d both be naked at this point. Her tongue swirled slowly against his, and the moisture in her panties was on the verge of embarrassment, but she didn’t care.
She felt him pull back again. He rested his forehead against hers. Her breath was erratic and fanning his face, which should have embarrassed her, but her mind was too set on kissing him again.
“So soft,” she whispered in a daze.
“What?”
“Your lips.”
His lips slowly perked up, and his eyes crinkled. He was obviously amused by the compliment. Just one more kiss.
She jutted forward, but his hands around her neck prevented her from getting any closer.
She glanced up through her lashes. The corner of his mouth curled. “No cops.”
She furrowed her brows, not understanding what he’d said. One second, they were in the midst of an orgasm-inducing kiss, and the next, he told her not to see the police. She regained control of her breathing. She had the distinct feeling she was being dismissed. She licked her lips and gave a sharp nod.
When Trax stepped away a foot, Cheyenne turned, got into her car, and grabbed the door, closing it.
Too much had happened last night and this morning to process it all. She glanced over and watched Trax heading back into the clubhouse. Did he really think a kiss would sway her decision of not going to the cops and leaving her safety in his hands? She snorted, turning the key in the ignition, and felt the heat drape over her cheeks. That was exactly what he thought.
He thought right.
As she passed the police station on her way home, she slowed down but couldn’t bring herself to stop. Hopefully, he’d live up to his word.
****
Trax spent the better part of the day in his garage. He had several bikes lined up for work. Luckily, none too difficult. He’d gotten behind in the last few weeks and needed to catch up. There were a few he’d have to take down to Rourke’s shop. He had a fully stocked tool assortment, but a few he lacked.
He grabbed a rag, wiping the sweat from his chest and then tossing it onto the chair in the corner before starting up the bike. The engine purred just as he wanted. He shut it down and glanced up as Rourke pulled in. The garage was set back from the house, giving him a long driveway. It was the selling point on the house, which wasn’t much to speak of, but it was his. At one point, he’d shared it with his wife, but he made sure when things ended the cheating bitch was left with nothing of his. Ariel had fucked him in ways he was still recovering from.
“Hey.”
Rourke dismounted slowly and jerked his chin. Of all the brothers, Trax was closest with Rourke. Their shared love of all things mechanical made a friendship easy when they’d met eight years ago. Rourke had been on Trax’s ass to come work with him down at the shop, but Trax enjoyed the freedom of working from his own garage.
“You alone?”
Trax smirked and glanced at his house. Unfortunately, he was. Now, had the kiss lasted a minute longer, things might have been different. He might be locked in his bedroom, making Cheyenne’s toes curl and fucking her into unconsciousness.
Nadia had been on point last night with her comment. Since meeting Cheyenne, he hadn’t been with another woman. He hadn’t had the desire. And everyone had taken notice it seemed, even Rourke.
“Yeah.”
Rourke nodded and made his way into the garage, inspecting Trax’s latest work. He bent at his knees, getting a closer look at the engine.
