Chapter 12

12

AMITY

I f they think they can mess with me while I'm at work, they've got another thing coming.

"What are you guys doing here?" I cross my arms over my chest, aware that Stefan and Monica are listening.

"We were invited," Blade replies.

Stefan looks from Blade to me. "You know these guys, Spook?"

"We met when I returned something that belonged to them. Do you need me for anything else?"

"No, you're done for the day. I don't need you back until Thursday when we film the shootout scene."

"Okay, sounds good. I'll be back then," I tell him, completely ignoring G.

Nevaeh takes my wig from me and hands me the Gatorade, her eyes moving between me and G. "You okay?" she asks as I start walking toward my RV.

Before I can answer, G steps in front of me, blocking my way.

"Can we talk?"

I look around, feeling eyes on me. Not wanting to cause a scene, I nod.

"Nevaeh, you okay here while I talk to G for a minute?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Don't worry about me."

"We'll keep an eye on Tinkerbell," Crane says with a wink.

"As long as it's just your eyes and not your hands," I warn him.

He holds his hands up to show me he's innocent.

I snort and look at Nevaeh. "I won't be long."

"Take as long as you need, Amity. It's not like I'll get bored."

Hoping I'm not making a huge mistake, I lead G back to the RV, open the door, and follow him inside.

He lets out a long whistle. "Shit, this place is nice. Talk about perks of the job."

"It's not the studio's. It's mine. This is where I live."

"Really?"

"Really," I snap defensively, feeling unsettled that he's here.

"Not judging you, Amity. It's actually pretty fucking cool, if you ask me."

I stay where I am as he moves around the RV, poking his head into the bedroom at the other end. "Spook? What's the deal with that?"

"I'm like a ghost on set with how quietly I move around. Why G?"

"It's short for Genesis. I grew up in a cult full of religious fanatics. I have two brothers, Exodus and Leviticus too. Though I haven't spoken to them since I ran away at sixteen."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Last I heard they turned out just as zealous and judgmental as our parents so it's no real loss."

"Why not use a different name altogether like your club brothers? I know damn fine Blade's mama did not call him that."

He looks over at me and grins sheepishly. "Fun fact, you don't get to pick your club names."

"Okay?"

"So I might be a badass cybersecurity expert now, but back then I was just a computer geek with the name Genesis. My first day as a prospect, I turned up wearing a Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt. I'm lucky they kept calling me Genesis. They could have called me Sega."

"The old games console?" I snicker. "Bet that makes you feel old. I don't think I've ever seen a Sega Genesis in real life."

He turns and walks toward me. I fight the urge to back up. I might feel out of sorts, but I'm not a coward. The problem is, I'm still buzzing with adrenaline, making me want to either fight or fuck.

"How about we talk about something else?" He growls.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"I want to know everything about you."

"Why? I already told you this is a bad idea."

"I know, and I heard you. I just decided I don't give a fuck."

In the next heartbeat, he's on me. I reach out to push him away, but instead of shoving him hard, I fist his T-shirt and yank him closer. He presses me against the door, caging me in as he slams his mouth down on mine and slips his tongue between my lips, making us both groan.

He reaches down and picks me up with ease. I wrap my legs around his hips, not putting up a fight when he carries me into the bedroom.

This is a bad idea, so fucking bad. But I'd rather regret something I did than something I didn't do.

He lowers me to my feet and rips my shirt open. The sound of buttons flying across the room is drowned out by my gasp. Fuck, that was hot. I return the favor, sliding his cut off his shoulders, until he takes the hint and pulls it off the rest of the way. He tosses it on the end of the bed before grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it off one handed.

I swallow hard when I look at him. His body is as much a work of art as the tattoos that cover it. I'd love to spend a lifetime tracing each ink mark with the tip of my tongue, but G has other plans.

He lowers the zipper on my jeans and shoves them down over my ass and thighs. Grabbing me under the armpits, he tosses me onto the bed. He pulls off my boots and socks, then slides my jeans the rest of the way down, leaving me in nothing but my black G-string and bra.

The look in his eyes has heat pooling between my legs as he takes me in, his hand moving to the button of his jeans.

"Fuck me, I've never seen anything hotter in my fucking life." His voice comes out gruff as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket. He grabs a condom and tosses the wallet before he shoves his jeans and boxers down and fists his hard cock.

Hold the front door. He's pierced. Like, full-on Jacob's ladder pierced with… are those stars?

"You keep staring at my cock like that, and I'm going to come all over you."

I lick my lips, my eyes moving past his hardware to the pearl of pre-cum on the tip that I want to taste. But that might delay getting him inside me, and I'm not willing to wait.

I watch as he slides the condom down his cock, careful of his piercings, before he climbs up onto the bed between my legs.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you. God knows I've tried, but I can't get you out of my fucking head." He grabs the sides of my G-string and tears it off me.

He just tore my underwear off. Holy fuck. If I told Nevaeh about this, it would end up in one of her books.

"Bend your knees for me, baby, and spread yourself wide. I'm fucking starving."

I don't hesitate. I don't care how bad a decision this is. If a tattooed biker with a tongue ring tells you to spread your legs so he can eat you, you spread your fucking legs.

He dips his head, his tongue gliding over my sensitive clit as he looks up at me from between my legs, and sweet baby Jesus, I almost come right then and there.

Nobody has ever looked at me like he is right now. And then he eats me like he's a man on death row, and I'm his last meal.

He spreads one of his hands over the lower part of my stomach, holding my hips down as he licks, sucks, and flicks my clit. It's so incredible that my eyes roll back in my head, and I almost start speaking in tongues.

"Oh God, yes," I murmur, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his hair to keep him where he is.

For a brief moment, I worry about suffocating him. But then I think, there are worse ways for a biker to go than with his face buried between my legs.

He nips me with his teeth before pulling back just enough to slide a finger inside me, crooking it to hit just the right spot. My back arches, and I cry out his name as I come on his tongue, earning a growl of amusement. I shiver in delight, my body turning to jello. But he doesn't give me a second's reprieve before he's thrusting into me, the thickness of his cock stretching me, the ridges of his piercing making me whimper.

Now I understand what all the fuss is about.

Holy fuck, I'm in trouble.

He pulls out to the tip, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him so he can't leave, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Please," I whimper, not above begging like a shameless hussy if it means getting what I want.

He slams back into me, fucking me hard and fast. I feel a second orgasm building, crawling over my skin, leaving me hot and flushed.

Our breathing is ragged, and the noise our slick skin and my soaked pussy make as he moves inside me sounds deliciously filthy in the quiet of the room.

"You gonna come again, Amity? I wanna feel it. I wanna feel your cum dripping down my cock and soak my balls."

"G," I gasp as I dangle over the edge.

He sinks into me as far as he can, and when I feel him pulse inside of me, I come, my thighs squeezing his hips and my nails scorching a path down his back.

He collapses on top of me, the weight of his body adding to the intensity of the moment.

But all too soon, the doubts start to creep in. He must sense the change because he lifts his head and stares down at me. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Regret me."

"G—"

He cuts me off with a kiss so hot, I'm surprised we don't go up in flames. By the time he pulls away, I've forgotten why this seemed like a bad idea in the first place.

He eases out of me and gets to his feet. That's when I notice his boots are still on, and his jeans and boxers are bunched around his ankles. Was I so desperate that I didn't even let the man undress first? He takes off the condom and pulls up his jeans so he can walk into the bathroom without tripping.

I grab the blanket and wrap it around myself, needing a moment to think. Standing up, I bite my thumbnail, wondering what to do next. This is why you never bring a one-night stand home—you can't escape the shame if you live where your shame took place.

Oh, and it was shameful in the most delicious way. I think dreamily before I scold myself. Behave Amity. We won't be swayed by a sexy body and a pretty dick. We won't be?—

G walks out of the bathroom, and my eyes are face-to-chest with a wall of inked muscle. And… I forget what the hell I was thinking.

I grip the blanket tighter, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, remembering somewhere in the back of my mind that it's a bad idea —even if I can't remember exactly why at the moment.

"I want to see you again," he tells me, bending down to grab his T-shirt. He pulls it on over his head before slipping his cut back on.

I look down at my bare feet, my pretty pink toenails peeking out from under the blanket, and wonder how I ever thought I was strong enough to resist him.

He steps closer, sliding his finger under my chin and tipping my head back so he can look into my eyes. "Tell me you don't want this."

"I don't want this."

"Liar." He grins. "We both know that if I slip my fingers between your legs right now, I'll find you soaked. And I was wearing a condom, so it sure as fuck isn't from me."

"You have a pierced dick," I blurt out.

He frowns. "That a deal breaker? Because I can take them out?—"

"No!" I shout, and a smile spreads across his face.

He crowds me, his lips brushing against mine. "You like my pierced dick, baby?"

"It might be something I'd put in the pro column."

"Oh yeah? What else is going in there?"

"Your tattoos. Your tongue ring. That sexy V thing you have going on. Your tongue ring?—"

He laughs. "You said tongue ring already."

"Trust me, it's worth repeating." I reach up and stroke his earlobe, where he has a small set of gauges. "I like these too."

"I think you just straight up like me."

I groan. "I know, and it's fucking irritating. Why can't you be a jackass like the rest of your club?"

"Is that what's holding you back? My club?"

"Well, maybe a little. They definitely didn't give me the warm and fuzzies."

"What can I do to make you give me a chance?"

"I don't know, G. I like you. I do. I just don't know if the orgasms are worth the headache that comes along with them."

"So that's it? You're saying no."

"No."

"Wait, you're saying yes?"

"No, I'm saying maybe." With that, I lock myself in the bathroom and wait for him to leave.

Once I'm sure the coast is clear, I take a cold shower. I get out, dry off, and pull on a pair of black panties and a black tank top with a built-in bra before picking up my clothes.

It isn't until I throw everything in the laundry that I realize my torn underwear are missing.

"That son of a bitch."