Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Colleen looks over at me, her eyes widening in her head, as Maya continues speaking.
“Anyway, I need to go check on things,” she says quieter. “And you need to remember that I’m not a prisoner.”
Maya shifts closer to me when Drex stands, and I put an arm around her waist. Drex’s eyes flick to mine. “Deal with whatever it is she needs.”
Maya makes some grumbling noise as she starts skating again, pushing away from me. Drex comes to my side as I watch her drop and spin again very quickly.
“Keep her happy. Please. If she leaves and gets herself killed, it may come back on us in a bad way. We have enough shit to worry about,” Drex tells me.
“Yeah, Axle. Why the hell isn’t she happy?” Dash goads mockingly.
I flip him off and start moving to Maya, but Colleen shrieks, causing me to look over my shoulder at her. Her eyes are trained on my back, because I’m still fucking shirtless, and she’s pale as her gaze sticks there.
Maya skates over, putting herself in front of my scars. “Problem, Red?” Maya snaps, glaring at her like she’s my protector. “Because if you have a problem, we can discuss it like two crazy chicks any time you want.”
Colleen jerks her gaze away, her cheeks heating with color, and I roll my eyes when the guys bite back a little grin. Maya is no one’s fucking protector, least of all mine, but she’s still staring down Colleen like she wants to slap her or something.
A squeal leaves her lips when I suddenly grab her at the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, then straightening to my full height.
“Are you kidding me? You can’t just keep manhandling me any time the mood strikes you,” Maya gripes.
“I need to shower and dress if we’re going to go find your crew,” I answer before making my way to the steps.
Maya just groans, her hands clutching the back of my jeans as her hair tickles my back.
As soon as I barge into my room and put her down, Maya spins, shoving at my chest, while her face burns red from all the blood flow being redirected to her head. I try not to laugh when she struggles to get all her hair out of her face.
“You can’t keep doing that. It’s degrading. And embarrassing. And—”
I shut her up when I jerk her to me and kiss the hell out of her, feeling my body twist tight the second she moans and melts against me. She can’t fake her reactions.
And Maya sure as hell wants me.
Which leaves me damned confused about the complex enigma and what to do with her.
CHAPTER 17
MAYA
Axle is kissing me. With no one around. And he’s kissing me like he’s going to do much more than kiss me.
Which takes a second to sink in.
My hands slide up his bare chest to his shoulders, and one of his hands slides down to my spandex-clad ass, squeezing it roughly as he pulls me flush against him. I keep moaning like he’s a piece of chocolate cake sliding into my mouth, acting like a stupid virgin kissing a guy for her first time.
But I can’t help it. Kissing Axle is like tasting an adrenaline rush, or feeling a drop from the top of a building. It’s as exhilarating as it is terrifying, because he’s the kind of guy who could consume a girl with very little effort.
When he starts tugging up my shirt…that’s when it finally sinks in what’s going on, and I push away. My skates make that easier, since I sort of fly backwards, giving us an immediate three feet between our bodies when he releases me.
He arches an eyebrow as though he can’t believe I’m the one stopping things for once.
“Keep her happy means to fuck me, doesn’t it?” I ask with a scowl. “Drex just told you, in no uncertain terms, to fuck me into staying put with a smile on my face.”
His lips twitch.
“You think I’d fuck you just because Drex wants me to?”
“I think those guys down there are the only ones you’d do anything for. So yes; I do think you’d fuck me out of obligation.”
He cocks his head, his lips thinning.
“So I’m a jackass for being suspicious of your motives when you crash in from out of nowhere. But it’s okay for you to be suspicious of my motives when I finally decide to quit thinking.”
I bristle a little. When you put it that way…
No. No. I’m not an idiot.
“You’ve made it a point not to touch me in private. Then Drex tells you to keep me happy, and you drag me up here like a caveman to kiss me stupid.”
His eyebrows go up, and I swear my panties catch fire when a small, sinfully perfect smile quirks on one side of his lips.