Against my own will, my eyes seek out Cove. His cheeks are pink from drinking too much and his blond hair is messy. Whenever Nees talks to him, he flashes him a bright smile before trying to hide it by biting on his lip. As much as I’ve been watching the people in this bar, I’ve equally had my eyes on Cove.
How can I not notice him?
Everyone notices him.
Because he’s fucking pretty. Or good-looking. Sexy. Whatever. He’s got Stormy’s sex appeal, but he doesn’t even realize it.
Not that I’m looking or remotely interested.
Night Giant made sure I’d never be into sex ever again. Not normally anyway. Yes, I have urges, but they’re all too fucked up. The only time I can get off is by my own hand after one of my nightmares where I can still feel that fucker’s hands on me.
It’s disgusting.
I’m interested, however, in the way my body burns whenever I look at Cove. The fire shoots its way straight down my spine and through the length of my cock, filling it with blood and making my black jeans tighten.
Back in high school, I called myself bisexual. Mostly, I just liked to fuck around about as much as I liked basketball. It didn’t matter about the sex of the person so long as they were hot or had a nice mouth. All that changed when I ended up with Night Giant. I no longer craved being with someone intimately and began to hate it. Not that I had a choice. When it came to him, he took what he wanted or forced me to obey his every command. He knew my body better than I did.
My dick softens at the thought of being back there. With him. Alone. Naked. Fucking terrified. In pain. I curl my hand into a fist, desperate to end that psychopath once and for all. Flipping my phone over on the bar top, I swipe it open and check my texts. Nothing new from Bermuda. He’s been keeping tabs on Night Giant, who’s been hiding out in a run-down trailer in Arkansas. It’s been fucking forever since we escaped that abandoned hotel. As much as I want to swoop in and slit that asshole’s throat, Koyn won’t let me.
I understand his reasoning—to see if we can’t draw out more of his pervert snakes—but I don’t have to like the fact we sit around and do nothing. It’s like Night Giant knows we can’t find shit on him and is biding his time. We keep waiting for him to slip up, giving us more information about him, but he never does. He won’t. I’d rather just cut his heart out and be done with it.
When Cove stumbles and Nees makes a grab to keep him from falling, I decide we’ve had enough. I slide off the stool and make my way over to them.
“I’m Batman,” Cove mocks, making his voice sound deeper before laughing. His blue eyes are cruel and filled with hate.
Fucker.
“Yeah, show’s over, Robin. Let’s go.” I grab his bicep, jerking him toward me. His drunk ass falls against my chest, barely grabbing onto my cut before he falls to the ground. The heat from his body burns into my front, stoking the fire that was in my dick only moments ago. As soon as he realizes what his proximity has done to me, he stiffens, his plump lips parting in shock.
“I’m tired,” Cove blurts out, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “So fucking tired.”
Of being here tonight?
Of life?
Of this war between us?
“Me too,” I mutter. “Let’s get back to the motel.”
For once, the little shit doesn’t fight me. Instead, he nods before resting his forehead against my sternum, his hot breath tickling me through my T-shirt.
“You smell good, Chase.” His murmured words are like ice water dousing the flames of desire that were licking at me.
“Don’t call me that.” I grip his shoulders and push him away from me. “Let’s go.”
Katana nods at me. Most days we don’t need the words. He knows what I want. He and Nees will stay here to try and get info while I get the drunk kid into bed. Luckily, the motel isn’t far. I’m not sure I’d be able to keep Cove upright on my bike with me for more than a couple of miles. His drunk ass would probably pass out. The last thing I need is road rash from the brat.
“Don’t touch me,” Cove complains, once again back to his bitching as he jerks away from me. “Leave me alone.”
I grit my teeth, holding back from knocking his ass out just to keep him from acting like an asshole. He stomps out of the bar like a child, earning several amused stares. When they meet my pissed off glare, the smiles are wiped right off their faces. As soon as I step outside, Cove stands in the middle of the parking lot, staring straight up.
“What are you doing?” I demand as I make my way over to him. “Counting stars?”
He snorts. “No.” A small sigh escapes him. “Just admiring the view.”
I follow his gaze to the brilliantly starlit sky. “I knew you were a nerd.” Grabbing hold of his elbow, I drag him over to my bike. “Get on.”
“No, man,” Cove growls. “Go get the keys from Nees. We’ll take Copper’s truck.”
I straddle my bike and scowl at him. “Don’t make me force you.”
Rage burns in his blue eyes that seem to glow in the moonlight. Rather than attempting to punch me like I can tell he’s itching to do, he clumsily climbs onto the back. I turn the engine over, getting a thrill at the power that rumbles beneath me. The smirk on my face fades when Cove wraps his arms around me.
“Don’t wreck,” he bites out over the sound of the engine.
I gun it out of the parking lot, spraying gravel behind us. His arms tighten around me and his thighs squeeze me. And damn if my dick doesn’t perk up again.
After years of being broken, I try not to let hope trickle in and make me feel human again. I won’t feel human until Night Giant’s blood is all over my hands as I steal his last breath.
Cove
Why does he have to smell so good?
It’s not fair. I’m not even twenty yet and have the world at my fingertips. I could choose any guy to fuck around with. But my dick doesn’t want just any guy. It wants him.
Dragon.
The fact I have my arms around him and sitting on the back of his bike like I’m his bitch has me seeing red again. How can my body be so equally torn? My dick wants to play and my brain is screaming warnings at me.
Dragon is a monster.
I’ve seen what he can do. Hell, he almost did it to me, too.
A shiver ripples down my spine, forcing me to burrow my face against Dragon’s solid back to ward off the chill. His scent is leathery from his cut and maybe even a hint of cigarette smoke. Just like any biker.
Lies.
Beneath that he smells like sex and sin and something so uniquely him that it maddens me.
Fire.
He smells like fire.
I try to think of anything else besides his scent, but it’s invading me against my will. Infecting my every cell. Sinking into my every pore. I’m intoxicated by him.
I’m an idiot.
Always had a soft spot for danger.
Calla, my sweet twin, always seemed to have the sixth sense I was missing. Since Stormy was a Fed, I’d say she has it too. But me? It’s like I’m called to it. The danger is a pulse only my ears can hear, luring me toward it like a siren to the sea.
By the time we reach the motel, my dick is painfully hard in my jeans. I’m sure Dragon is well aware of that fact since I’ve been pressed up against him this whole time. It annoys me further that he’s probably smug over it too.