20. Neo

Chapter 20

Neo

I can't keep my hands off of her a minute longer. She's so fucking smart and sassy and God , sexy as hell. I kiss her like my life depends on it. And fuck , she tastes better than I imagined. When someone grabs my neck and pulls me away from her, I snarl.

Who the fuck is trying to keep me from my mate?

Twisting my head, I make out King behind me.

That mother fucker.

If he thinks just because he's my fucking prez and happens to be my mate's mate, that he's going to tell me when I can and can't kiss my fucking mate, he's up for a rude awakening. Prez or not, I won't hesitate to lay his ass out.

I feel my scorpion taking over, which unlike Jax, doesn't happen often. King squeezes my neck tighter but neither of us—my scorpion or I— relax until we feel the soft feminine hand of our mate on my cheek.

"Don't kill him, Lover Boy. We probably need to stop anyway. Don't wanna lose Shitfan again," she sighs. Not sure if she's really as disappointed about that as I am or just being dramatic, but my scorpion releases its hold on me and I shrug out of King's hand.

"Fine. But we will continue at the earliest possibility."

"You got it," she agrees with a sexy laugh.

Ugh is there anything not sexy about her?

"Wait. Did you call him shit fan ?" I sputter.

"It's what I call him in my head." She shrugs. "Thought you'd like that."

"Where is he, Ivy?" KC asks behind me.

"Apologize for interrupting my kiss," she demands and I snort.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your kiss. I'm just eager to get my hands on the man that killed my parents," he says, managing to sound contrite and annoyed at the same time. It's a gift, really.

"Yeah. I can understand that. I'm eager too. Hell, he'd already be in my hands if it weren't for you assholes. So, if anyone has the right to be impatient, it's me."

I never thought I'd be into beratement, but fuck if seeing her lay into my Prez doesn't get me harder than my tailpipe.

"What do you mean, he'd already be in your hands? And how is it our fault he's not?" Beck, the poor stupid boy, questions.

My angel in black arches a perfectly sculpted brow at him before flicking her eyes to me like Is this guy for real, right now?

Yes, Love, I'm afraid so. Rest in peace, Brother.

"I mean , if it weren't for you , I would have that piece of shit in my basement right now," she glares daggers at my brother. "And it's your fault because I would have had him at the fucking fight club if it weren't for ‘boner boy' here." She nods her head in Jax's direction and I have to fight my laugh at her choice in nickname. I'm never letting him live that shit down.

" And ," she draws out. "If it weren't for the fact that we may be mates, I would have never even considered you in my plans. I would have left the moment I found out where he was without so much as a goodbye. That's how it's your fault."

"Oh. Yeah. That makes sense." Beck nods.

Ivy cocks her head and stares at him before throwing her head back and laughing. God I love her laugh.

"Oh my God," she gasps as her laughter dies down. "You…" she chuckles as she wipes a tear from her eye. "Fuck. I'm never going to be able to stay mad at you, am I?"

Beck's lip tips up in a shy grin. Shy. My fucking nerd of a brother who can and has had any girl he wants, is finally acting like the nerd he is deep down.

"Why can't you stay mad at him? You seem to have no such problem when it comes to me," Jax grumbles.

Ivy rolls her eyes at him. "Because he's fucking adorkable. And you're just an asshole."

Our laughter echoes in the room as Jax glares at our mate.

"Ok, ok. We understand why you like Beck more than Jax, but can we get back to talking about Shiftlan?" KC tries to steer the conversation back to the important shit. It's a well honed skill he's forced to employ often with our group.

"Right. Sorry. My program tracked him to a villa on the western slope of Mica Mountain. We should go before he disappears to the point even I can't find him."

"You have a program?" Beck asks with stars in his fucking eyes.

"Yup! Built it myself! I use it to track down my hits."

"Marry me," Beck pleads in awe.

"Oh, does that turn you on? Maybe I'll show you my set up when we're done." She waggles her brows at him.

His face may turn a crimson to rival her bike, but she hit the nail on the head with how to get his motor running.

"Ivy," King says.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop. Hope your bikes are full, it's gonna be a bit of a drive." With that, she spins on her heel and heads for the door, stopping to put on a leather jacket and riding boots.

The six of us stare after her before snapping out of it and following her through the door. She flips a switch and the garage fills with light.

With the light on, I can get a better look at the space, and more importantly, her rides. Our girl has a one of a kind, Bugatti La Voiture Noire. It's even sexier in the light. Then she walks by the Bugatti over to the bad ass Dark Horse. The color is amazing as is the bike itself. She runs her hand down the gas tank like she's stroking a cat and murmurs something I can't hear.

"I know you want to go. But I need Kira for this job. Stop being a baby."

"Is she talking to her bike?" Beck whispers.

"Yes. And I'm in love," I sigh.

She turns back to us and rolls her eyes. "She's so dramatic."

We watch as she leaves her bike and walks back to the Bugatti. Opening the door, she looks over her shoulder at us. "Well what are you waiting for?"

"Not the bike?" It comes out of my mouth before I think better of it, and she grins at me.

"As much as I love my baby, don't you think it will attract a little attention with a hogtied Shitfan on the back of it?" she asks, again purposely saying Stanley's name wrong.

KC slaps me on the back before, adding, "Smart, and beautiful. Let's ride."