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But then Logan will bust my balls. Not that I give a fuck about what Logan thinks, it’s because he’ll remind me about something I agree with him on. Alderchuck deserves something special, and memorable.
I get an idea.
I smack his ass.Hard.“Be ready early tomorrow after breakfast. I’m picking you up.”
“Why?”
“Not telling, kitten.” I nibble on his shiver spot just a little.
“Are you gonna tell me where you learned to make kids love you?”
“If you’re a good boy.”
“I’m never good.”
“For me you are. You’re a good little Alderchuck.”
“What does that even mean, Sutter? Fuck you’re an asshole.”
I am. But I’m an asshole who’s fallen hard for him. Will that count for something? My lips make their way up his neck, and I catch his with mine, coaxing my tongue inside, tangling it with his, inhaling all of him.
My heart beats so damn fast.
He smirks against my lips. “Just when I think you can’t get any weirder.”
I let go of his wrists. My forehead rests against his and I imagine myself consuming all of him. I’m gonna make him so mine. “Tomorrow.”
Chapter 20
Motorbike
Casey
He’s a mountain in all that black leather. It makes his shoulders look even bigger than they are, and they’re pretty big already. Ask my collarbone, which gets rammed by them all the time. There’s something foreign on his face. A smile. He’s usually an unsmiling fucker, but this one reaches his eyes.
Sutter insisted that he be the one to pick me up. I told Stacey I didn’t want to go, but he pushed me out the door in his Arc’teryx jacket. The man was already waiting for me, leaning against his car. How is he not freezing his ass off in leather? It’s not snowing in Vancouver, but it’s cold enough that I’ve stopped wearing flip-flops.
Okay, so maybe my brother was the one to point out that I should throw on a pair of boots—threatened me life and limb if I’m being honest—but still.
Sutter crooks two fingers.
My feet have a mind of their own, almost skipping their way to him. Traitorous feet.
He bends down for a kiss. Tangy watermelon sweetness bursts across my tongue. Sutter pushes something inside my mouth. He pulls away, leaving the candy clacking against my teeth. Did he really just…? Yeah, he did. He gave me a Jolly Rancher with his mouth. I can’t decide if that’s more hot or adorable.
Know what? Probably as adorable as Sutter’s ever gonna get, so I’m going with that.
He fingers the puffy collar of my brother’s jacket and his forehead rests against mine. Like it did yesterday. I didn’t miss that shit. It’s weird, couply shit, and we are not a couple.
All I know is that he wants to show me something. He’s being secretive, and coy. Not sure that’s a good mix for Sutter. It could mean bad news for me. But we have the game tonight and, for once, the odds were in our favor because neither of us had practice.
“If you don’t fucking open your trap and start explaining yourself, Sutter?—”
“Can you have patience for five fucking seconds, kitten?” He kisses my forehead. My damn forehead. What’s with Sutter?
“I’ll try. Aren’t you fucking cold in this?” I say, fingering under the lapels of the smooth leather.
“This one’s lined with sheep’s wool; it’s toasty as fuck in here. Did you think I wouldn’t be prepared for the winter?” He raises a bemused brow.
