Page 64 of Property of Kevlar

He was a bad man, but he was her bad man who drew his gun for her.

At least she assumed she was the reason. Kelsey might not be. Kev didn’t talk about biker stuff with her, so she wouldn’t know if there was another beef between him and Pete. She wasn’t his girlfriend after all.

Right?

Did she want to be?

They hadn’t exactly discussed much. He called her his, but that meant nothing. That was sex talk.

Was she actually sitting in her apartment, wearing sweatpants, no bra, and an old Metallica T-shirt, drinking cheap wine, wondering if she wanted to be in a committed relationship with a man who shot up someone’s house? He hadn’t even told her his real name.

Kevlar? What kind of nickname was that? To be fair, he told her to call him Kev, so she pretended his real name was Kevin. Was it? She had no idea. Either way, who went around calling themselves a bulletproof vest?

A man who wasn’t afraid to use his gun to defend a woman’s honor. A man who could confidently make her knees weak and gave her the best orgasms of her life. A man who took no shit.

Was she out of her mind?

She glanced toward the glass she’d just sipped from. This was serious. She shouldn’t be so cavalier about it. That Carrie had gotten correct.

Kelsey found herself caught in the middle of a biker war. Two men staked a claim to her. One didn’t care how she felt about it. The other, she wanted desperately.

She snorted a laugh at herself and gulped the rest of the wine.

Here she sat, all high and mighty, judging Carrie for her unwavering devotion to Mike, when Kelsey sat in exactly the same position. She didn’t know shit about him other than he fucked like a Greek god.

Also, he had a habit of showing up every time she needed him.

Did Mike do that for Carrie? Was that why she loved him so blindly?

Love? There was a dangerous word.

Kelsey shook her head and put the glass down. She’d had enough wine for the night if she was contemplating love. The dick was good, but not that good.

Covering her face with her hands, she couldn’t help but laugh. This was what happened when she was left alone with her thoughts. She’d gone off the deep end.

Vrr. Vrr.

Her phone vibrated, and her heart skipped a beat.

Would it be Kev? He had a sixth sense about her. Had he figured out she was pondering her feelings about him?

Vrr. Vrr.

She reached for her cell, and the screen flashed with Carrie’s picture.

Relief? Disappointment? Kelsey couldn’t be sure which emotion she was experiencing about who had called her.

Another laugh escaped her. After pressing the button to answer, she brought the phone to her ear and sat back on the couch. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Listen,” Carrie began, forgoing any greeting. “I’m aware you’re mad at Pete.”

That was an understatement. Intense loathing fit much better. That was far more appropriate for someone who barged into her apartment and assaulted her.

“But there’s a party tonight,” her friend continued.

What did that have to do with Kelsey? “What kind of party? Whose party?”

“A bunch of their club brothers and friends are in from out of town, so they’re throwing a shindig at their new clubhouse. It’s not done yet, but they’re having it anyway. It’ll be like those old warehouse raves we used to go to in high school.”