Page 10 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
It caught Billy by surprise; he staggered backward a little, taken aback by the interruption to his attack.
“You having second thoughts, my man?” Flash asked and there was a lilt in his voice. What the actual fuck? Did he think this was funny?
I could barely breathe.
Billy let out a loud drunken war cry and came charging at us again. Flash got his gut this time. His fist went straight into Billy’s stomach and he doubled over, falling straight to the ground. He clutched his stomach in pain.
“That’s not the way to introduce yourself to a lady,” Flash quipped.
I could feel my breathing going crazy. I thought I was going to fall to the ground too. It was all too much to bear. Flash looked up at me.
“You okay?”
I tried to get my breathing under control while I stared at Billy groaning on the ground.
“Hey, Allegra, you okay?” Flash’s sharp voice ripped through my thoughts. I looked up at him and shook my head. It was the only thing I could do.
He came toward me with his arms outstretched. Before I knew what he was going to do, he’d picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder.
“You’re coming with me,” he said with a grunt. I didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved by that.Flash was the kind of guy I had only ever admired from a distance. Big, muscular, tattooed. The kind of guy who wore leather jackets and rode dangerous bikes. The kind of guy you didn’t mess with.
He was hot. Easily one of the hottest guys I had ever laid my eyes on. I’d noticed him the moment he walked into the bar, felt a warm flush in my chest. I had an urge to go and speak to him and at the same time, knew if I looked into his eyes, he’d see what I was thinking.
Dirty thoughts.
Inappropriate.
I was never the type of girl to have a one-night stand with a stranger. Because guys had always fallen all over me, I’d learnt I had to be careful. I was usually very picky about the person I spent time with.
Like Billy. With him, I’d thought I was making the right decision.
But look where that landed me…
So I built up the courage to go speak to this guy. I felt a tingling sensation in my toes and fingertips when he looked at me. Like he could see right through me. Like there was nobody else in the room other than us.
I thought it was just some harmless flirtation, didn’t think it would go beyond the few minutes we spent being mildly passive aggressive toward each other. I certainly didn’t expect him to wait for me till my shift was over. But there he was, refusing to let me go so easily.
I knew I wanted him. He could see it too.
A part of me was thrilled—over the moon—in complete disbelief that he waited for me. When we kissed, I felt like a part of the world exploded around me. Like I actually heard a deafening bomb go off. Our bodies connected, he lifted me up and carried me to the wall and that kiss felt like it was inevitable. Like something I’d been waiting for all my life.
How was that possible? Who was he? His tongue in my mouth, his hand down my jeans. I wanted him to possess me. Something had taken over that I couldn’t control. I didn’t usually behave that way.
Would he believe me if I said that?
But I didn’t get a chance to. Billy found us. He was going to hurt me. He’d hurt Flash in the process. I thought it was all over this time.
But Flash protected me, knocking Billy out with a smile on his face, like it was nothing. He scooped me off the ground and plonked me on his bike without another question, then brought me here to this motel and locked the door behind us. And now he wanted an explanation.“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Flash asked.
I was sitting in the small uncomfortable motel chair. The one by the bed, with the peeling upholstery. It wasn’t a fancy room, but it had the basic amenities like a mini-bar that was fully stocked.
Flash was looking through it as he spoke, scanning the stock for what he wanted. I watched him crouch in front of the fridge. He’d taken his jacket off, and underneath, his thin white t-shirt spread tightly over his muscles. Tattoos crept up his arms. He had heavy looking metal rings on his fingers, tattooed marks on his fingers and hands. His belt was heavy and dangerous-looking—like it could do actual damage.
“Whisky?” he asked, looking at me over his shoulder.
I shrugged.
I was never a big drinker, but tonight felt like the kind of night I couldn’t say no to a drink. Flash screwed open the cap of two mini bottles of JD. He brought them over.
