Go Fetch

Chapter Four

“Forget it.”

Sara shrugged. “Okay. You can ride with Zach.”

“In hell.”

Sara didn’t answer Zach’s bark. She just reached back and punched him in the chest.

“I’m not riding with…” Miki smiled sweetly, “…him.”

“Then you better get your ass over there.”

Miki glanced over at Conall. He leaned against his bike, looking as casual and innocent as always. It didn’t help he wore black jeans, black boots, black tee, and a black leather jacket. He looked fucking phenomenal in all black.

He gave her that innocent smile and she couldn’t stop the little whimper that came out. She knew without a doubt Conall would not make this easy.

“Would you just go?” Sara spun Miki around and shoved her toward Conall. Immediately, Miki saw the predatory gleam in his eye, but she wouldn’t let him see her being weak. Not if she could help it anyway. So, steeling her resolve, she marched over to him.

“All right, Viking, a few ground rules.”

He seemed curious. “Such as?”

“No inappropriate touching. No grinding yourself into me. No leaning back into me. No doing stunts on your bike so that I have to grip you tighter. Are we clear?”

Conall chuckled. “I keep forgetting you were raised around bikers.” He leaned in to her. She recognized his scent from the comforter. She really liked that scent. Damn him. “Look, sweetness, just get your tight ass on the bike.”

Miki glared at him. “Maybe I don’t want to go.”

His head was so close to her it almost touched her cheek. Almost. “We can stay here if you want. I’m sure we can come up with all sorts of things to do in this big house. Alone.” Then he leaned in closer and sniffed her. She felt a bolt of electricity going right from her groin up her spine and landing somewhere in the back of her neck. “God, woman,” he groaned. “You smell good.”

She stumbled back away from him but he caught her arm.

With a firm grasp on her, he straddled his bike and gently pulled her close. “Get on.”

She forced herself to slide on the seat behind him and took the helmet he handed to her.

Bastard. He was getting to her and he knew it. She put the helmet on her head, tightened the strap. He kick-started his bike and waited. She knew he was waiting for her, but she didn’t know why.

“What?” she demanded over the roar of the chopper’s engine.

“You going to put your arms around me or what?”

“I was thinking ‘or what’.”

He leaned back against her and immediately her nipples hardened. Already he was breaking one of her rules. “Either you put your arms around me or I start poppin’ wheelies on this thing.” And she knew he meant it.

With a silent groan, she wrapped her arms around his waist. He pulled her tighter, making sure her chest was right against his back, which didn’t help the hard nipple situation one damn bit.

He pulled out of the driveway and followed the rest of the Pack that had left a minute before.

Who knew this would be so much more difficult than she ever thought it would be? Like a dog with his bone, Conall held on even though she kept saying, “Drop it. Drop it now.”

She needed to get to Seattle. And she needed to get away from the Viking before she did something she would regret the rest of her life.

His bike pulled up beside Zach’s as they cruised down the street. Miki watched Sara, her friend finally in her element. Arms wrapped around Zach, she yelled something to him over the roar of the motor that made him smile… Well, it was actually more of a leer. The two seemed to truly enjoy each other’s company.

Miki sighed with the sudden realization that she envied her best friend.

“You okay back there?”

Again with the wolf hearing. How did any of them feel comfortable doing anything in that house when they could hear everything?

“Mik?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Liar.” He kept one hand on the handlebars while he used the other to rub her arm. “What’s up?”

“Just got a lot on my mind.”

“You need to learn how to relax. You know, I’m pretty sure I can help with that.”

She just bet he could. “No thank you.”

“Really? You sure?”

Miki crossed her eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. The man really was shameless. “You really don’t need to do anything for me. Ever.”

“Spoilsport.”