Chapter 14

14

AMITY

I walk G back to his bike as Nevaeh talks animatedly to Midas.

"Should I warn Nevaeh that Midas isn't a commitment kind of guy?" G asks me quietly, his arms wrapping around me as we stand beside his bike.

"No. She's already friend-zoned him."

"Seriously?"

I shrug. "It's what she does. She doesn't mean to; it just happens. She doesn't see herself as anything special, so when a guy shows interest, she has no clue and thinks he's just being nice. You have no idea how many times I've had to tell her that the guy she's just been talking to was hitting on her, and she just laughs at me like I'm joking. She seriously has no idea she's a bombshell and thinks I have to say that because I'm her friend."

"I will never understand women," he mutters, making me smile. He tightens his hold on me, and I wrap my arms around his waist.

"What are we doing, G?" I sigh, leaning against his chest.

"Getting to know each other," he murmurs.

"I'm not staying, though. Once the movie wraps, I'll be off to the next location."

"That doesn't mean we can't have some fun while you're here. Look, I get that there's a time limit on whatever this is, but I think we'd both regret it if we don't at least see where this thing goes."

I look up at him, which is a mistake. The man has bedroom eyes, and now all I can think about is rolling around in bed with him.

"Come on, Amity. What have you got to lose?"

My heart if I'm not careful, I think, but keep that little tidbit to myself.

"My panties," I tell him instead, still salty that he took the last pair, even if they were ripped. "You better not be doing anything weird with them."

"Like stroking myself with them until I come all over the scrap of lace and my hand," he whispers in my ear, making me gasp.

"I was thinking more like you framing them and hanging them up in your clubhouse like some kind of bizarre trophy, alongside all the other poor unfortunate saps that handed theirs over after seeing that damn tongue piercing."

He snickers, looking far too pleased with himself and thoroughly amused by this whole conversation. I reach up and run my finger across his eyebrow, where he has another piercing. I trail my fingers down his cheek until they reach his lips and tug lightly on his lip ring.

"How would this even work? I'm going to be busy and?—"

He slams his mouth down on mine, cutting off any protest I might've had. As I melt into him, all logic flies out the window, and I forget all the reasons why this is a bad idea.

When he pulls away, I blink, dazed for a moment as I hear Nevaeh laugh in the background.

"We'll figure it out. Leave it to me."

I bite my lip and look at him before I finally give in. "Please don't make me regret this."

He doesn't say anything. He just pulls me in tight and kisses my forehead as I hear Midas climbing onto his bike beside us.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" G asks as he lets me go so he can get on his own bike.

"Nothing, why?"

"Go out on a date with me."

I open my mouth, but Nevaeh beats me to it. "She'd love to."

I close my mouth and turn to glare at her.

"I'll pick you up for breakfast." He has his helmet on and is revving his bike before I can say anything.

He winks and pulls down his visor, nodding to Midas. They take off as I step back and stand beside Nevaeh. We watch until the bikes are out of sight, then turn to look at each other.

She frowns. "So that just happened, right?"

"If you mean two hot bikers showing up in the middle of the night while we're dressed in our PJs? Then yeah, that just happened."

"I'm putting this in a book."

"Wow, I'm shocked."

"Really?"

"Not even a little." I snort, heading back inside. "I don't know if dating him is a good idea, though, Pippin. This is probably going to blow up in my face."

"Then at least you'll go out with a bang." She laughs when I turn to give her a look. "Come on, Amity, all you do is work and work out. There's more to life than that. You know, like actually living."

"Me thinks you are projecting, Pippin. I'm not gonna deny that I work a lot. I do, and that leaves me with very little time for relationships, especially with how much I travel. But I do have them. Can you say the same?"

"This isn't about me," she says, making me laugh as I grab the milk from the fridge and pour myself a glass.

"Well, let's make it about both of us. I'll be open to dating G if you put yourself out there a little, too." I hold up my hand when she looks like she's about to protest. "I'm not telling you to lose your V-card. Call me old-fashioned, but I want that to mean something to you. If I could do it over, I would've waited instead of losing it in the back seat of Marcus Cannon's mom's car when I was sixteen."

"He was hot, though."

"He was also small. I didn't even know we had sex until he shuddered and got off me."

She laughs, covering her mouth with her hands.

"I wondered what all the damn fuss was about. I didn't have sex again until I was twenty because it just didn't seem worth it."

"And was it? The second time, I mean?"

I grin, remembering Darnell Jackson. "Oh yeah. Darnell might have turned out to be a cheating asshole, but fuck, his dick was something else. It was like the Excalibur of dicks—too bad I wasn't the only one worthy of it, though."

"His loss, but you totally dodged a bullet there. According to Page Six, his wife just filed for divorce after catching him with their kids' nanny. And now the nanny's pregnant."

"Guess he should've learned to wield that weapon of his more wisely."

"Well, I have a funny feeling that G will surpass all your expectations."

I grimace and look away, taking a drink of my milk, but not quickly enough.

"Amity Regan Hollis, what did you do?"

Uh-oh, she used my full name.

"I might have accidentally had sex with him when he was on set the other day," I mutter, looking back at her.

She stands there with her hands on her hips, her face a mix of outrage and disbelief. "Firstly, how do you accidentally have sex with someone? Is this like when you tripped and fell on Jacob's dick? Man, you really are clumsy. And secondly, how could you not tell me?"

"It's not the same, thank you very much. And I didn't tell you because I didn't plan on seeing his star-spangled dick ever again."

"Star-spangled?" She tilts her head.

I swallow, feeling myself get flustered. "Let's just say he has more piercings than the ones you've seen."

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't say anything, though I can see it's killing her.

"He's got a Jacob's ladder. Only the bars are really pretty stars, which explains why fucking him felt heavenly," I admit all in one breath.

She opens her mouth, then closes it again. She swallows and tries again. "Photos, or it didn't happen."

"What are you, thirteen? I didn't take a picture of his dick."

"Well, that's rude. We're friends. Friends share."

"I'm not sharing his dick with you."

"I don't want his actual penis. I just want a picture for future reference."

"No."

"You're so selfish," she grumbles.

I roll my eyes and sit on the couch with my glass of milk.

She plops down next to me. "Tell me about it."

"I'm not telling you about his nine-inch pierced and oh-so-pretty cock."

She blinks. "I meant the sex, but I have a pretty good imagination. I can fill in the blanks."

"You're a perv."

"Can a virgin be a pervert?"

"I'm pretty sure there are a bunch of serial killers out there that moved from their parents' basements to a prison cell that can say, yes, virgins can definitely be perverts."

She jumps up. "Are you saying you think I'm going to become a serial killer just because the one-eyed snake has never visited my lady garden?"

"Please never call it that again, and no, that's not what I'm saying. Though I'm not going to deny that you're cray cray. You need to forget about G's dick. If you want to see one, I'm sure one of his club brothers would be more than happy to oblige. Midas, for example."

She waves me off. "He's not my type."

I blink. "He looks like the biker version of Thor. I can see why that might not be your type," I deadpan.

"You know what I mean. He's too pretty. People would stop and stare, wondering why the star attraction was hanging out with the sideshow freak."

Setting my glass down, I grab a pillow and throw it at her face. Given her lack of spatial awareness, she doesn't even try to dodge it.

"Don't talk about my best friend like that," I snap, getting up and standing right in front of her. "I'm so pissed that your father and those church bitches fed you lie after lie about how you look, but what really gets me is that you believe them. They said that shit because they're petty, jealous assholes, and your father is the worst of them all."

Before she can interrupt me, I lean my forehead against hers and pray that she'll listen. "He isolates you from everyone and controls who you can and can't be friends with. That way, he can make sure you are only exposed to people like him. If he can control your life, he can dictate the rules, which means you'll always do exactly what he wants. You'll never leave him. You'll always be his little girl, frozen in time, just like Citlalli. I guarantee that if I took you to the Raven's clubhouse, they'd eat you alive."

She lets out a shaky breath, her hands grabbing my arms as we stand there in silence for a few minutes.

"About the?—"

"Still a no on the dick pic."

"Dammit," she grumbles, making me laugh.

I pull back and smile at her. The tears in her eyes let me know she isn't as unaffected by this conversation as she's pretending to be.

"So, what do you say? While we're here, let's live a little."

She bites her lip, a frown creasing her forehead, before she stands tall and nods. "Okay, let's do it."

I round the corner and stop when I see G's bike parked outside the RV. I check my watch and see that it's only seven a.m. Pulling out my earbuds, I jog over to the door and open it.

"Oh, thank goodness," Nevaeh mutters.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? It's seven a.m."

"I said I was taking Amity out for breakfast," G says with a frown.

"You didn't say at seven a.m. If you had said seven a.m., I would have remembered. What is it with you morning people?"

She turns her glare on me. "I'm taking your bed." Then she turns and grabs the brown bag from G's hand.

We both watch her stomp away before looking at each other.

"I brought her some donuts. I didn't want her to feel left out."

Goddammit. Does he have to be so damn sweet?

"That was nice of you, thank you. Though she better not eat them in my bed," I yell the last part so she can hear me.

"Bite me," she shouts back, making G laugh.

"I've got to admit, I wasn't expecting you this early."

His eyes move slowly over my body, taking in my tight shorts and sports bra. "That's what you wear to run in?"

He steps closer, making my already heated skin feel like it's on fire.

"I don't like feeling restricted."

"You run every day?"

"When I can, yeah." Holy hell, is that my voice coming out all airy and breathless? I'm going to need to bitch-slap the floozy right out of me if she keeps this up.

As soon as I'm within reach, his hands slide around my waist and yank me to him. He kisses me hard, showing no mercy at all, and I fucking love it.

"We gotta stop before I spread you out on the table and eat you for breakfast."

"I'm okay with that."

"I'm not! Begone, demons!" Nevaeh shouts, making me sigh and G laugh.

"If I'd known you'd be such a beaver-impeder, I never would have asked you to move in," I yell back.

"Beaver-impeder? What the fuck's that?"

"Cock-blocking for the coochie crew."

He looks at me like the English language has finally let him down.

I tap his chest. "Stick with me, kid. I'll teach you everything I know."

"Can you teach him your slut moves outside the RV?" Nevaeh shouts.

I hold up a finger to G. "Give me a minute to get showered and changed. You can watch TV or, I don't know, just sit there and look manly."

Spinning away from him, I head into the bedroom and stalk over to the bed where Nevaeh's lying, her arm thrown over her face like a Victorian lady in need of smelling salts to calm her nerves. I jump on top of her, making her grunt as the air whooshes out of her lungs.

"Get off me," she gasps.

My sweet friend is a total bitch before nine a.m., especially if she hasn't had coffee. I'm surprised she wasn't snarling and threatening to bite G's face off when I showed up.

"I'm just saying goodbye to my BFF." I give her an evil grin before I grab her arms and pin them above her head with one hand. Once she's immobilized, I shove my armpit in her face.

"Get off me, you psycho," she screams as she bucks and twists, but I'm bigger and stronger than her.

"You gonna be nice to me?"

"Fine, yes. Just get the hell off me."

"I love mornings." I hear a rumble from the doorway.

We both look over to find G watching us.

"Don't mind me. I'm just gonna stand here and look manly."

I look down at Nevaeh and give her a grin. She rolls her eyes but nods. I let go of her hands, which she drops to my hips as I move to straddle her.

"So, you came to watch the show, huh?" I tease him as Nevaeh slides her hands up to cup my ass.

I lean down and press my lips to hers, both of us barely holding back our laughter.

"Holy fucking shit. I've died and gone to heaven."

I can't help it—I start laughing. Nevaeh slaps my ass, making G groan.

"Shit, fuck. I'm gonna go wait out here. I need to sit down. Or lie down," he mumbles, walking away.

I roll off Pippin, and we both dissolve into fits of giggles.

"That was way too easy."

"Or we're getting too good at it. I can't remember how many times we've pretended to be girlfriends to make guys back off. First time we've ever done it to turn one on." She grins at me wickedly.

I jump up and laugh, grabbing some clean clothes, and lock myself in the bathroom. After a quick shower, I get dressed in black ripped jeans, a white tank top, and a black-and-white plaid shirt. I run a brush through my hair before braiding it, then apply a bit of makeup—a couple coats of mascara, a little concealer, and some lip gloss. It's only breakfast, after all.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Text me if you need me," I tell Nevaeh, who's buried herself under the duvet.

Her hand slides out and gives me a thumbs up.

I grab my Doc Martens and slide my feet into them before lacing them up. After a minute of indecision, I take my shirt off and slip on my gun harness. Once I've fastened the straps, I slide my gun inside and put my shirt back on. I shove my cell phone in my back pocket and my key and some cash in the other, and head out.

G turns to look at me as I enter the main living area. He stands and gives me the once-over.

"Fuck, it really doesn't matter what you wear," he curses, making me grin.

I grab my leather jacket from the chair where I tossed it yesterday and put it on, pulling my braid out from under it before zipping it up.

I smile at G. "Alright, Sleeping Beauty, I'm all yours."