Page 18 of Knuckles

She’s a fucking fireball when she wants to be.

“Come for a ride with me,” I command softly instead of answering her question, and I instantly tense as her eyes go wide.

Fuck me, why did I just say that?

Chapter 6

Kodi

My lips part in shock as a small gasp leaves me.

A ride? On his Harley?

Has he gone insane?

Last night I gave him my virginity, I gave him my body, he gave me pleasure like no tomorrow. I knew then and there I could become addicted tov him, until he opened his goddamn mouth after the sixth freaking orgasm and told me I was basically ready for others nowwhile still inside me!

He made me feel like a whore, like my mother who had an affair, all because she was bored at home, no screw that, he did call me whore.

“Had your fun now, whore?”

I lock my jaw at the reminder, and the urge to punch him hits so hard that I even fist my hand.

“You called me a whore last night, after I gave you my virginity!” I remind him with a bite, “Why in the hell would I go anywhere near you, let alone on the back of your bike, that you know, is reserved for old ladies?!”

Knuckles blinks but doesn’t answer me, his whole body tense, and I furrow my brows before realization hits me.

Holy… He didn’t even mean to ask me to go for a ride with him, did he?

What kind of game is this man playing?

All day, he has been all I can think of, the way he made me feel during and then after going around like a loop in my head. Even sweet little Willow's ballet dance that she just had to show me didn’t even help me get out of my head and Clark noticed that I was off.

I went from a bliss I'd never felt before and confusion to feeling exactly like my mother within seconds, and this man is to blame.

“You can go,” I snap when he just sits there and blinks several times, still in shock at his own words. I go to move around his Harley, hoping the neighbors don’t tell my father that he was here, but before I can make four steps, his hand grabs mine, stopping me in my tracks while a thousand little electrical shocks rush up my arm and I have to swallow my gasp.

Knuckles squeezes my hand like he can feel the connection too, so I quickly try to pull my hand back, but his grip tightens as he pulls me into him, causing the gasp to escape.

Okay, so I think he may have lost his mind.

“Please get on the bike so we can go somewhere where we can talk where your father won’t shoot my ass,” he whispers, and I pause as my eyes race between his blue ones that yet again have me entranced.

Years, I have managed to stay away from men, for years no one has ever held that appeal to me, I mean, in high school, yeahI was intrigued by him, but I never went near him. Then well I walked in on my mom being a whore all because she was bored and I suddenly didn’t believe in love, especially when her lover got her killed.

How can he have such a hold on me?

I’m supposed to be this big badass cop, and yet this man brings me to puddles to the point I really want to draw every single feature of his face.

“Please,” he rasps as he pulls me tighter towards him, and dammit, I’m going to give in, aren’t I?

***

I squeeze his waist tighter as he takes the sharp bend faster than I thought he would, and I slam my eyes tight as my body trembles.

We’ve been riding for about an hour, and while yes, it's exciting and freeing to be on the back of his Harley, when he takes the corners hard, I feel like I’m going to fall off.

I feel his hand gently stroking over my left one that is clutching his shirt as he straightens the bike. I open my eyes again to see trees whipping by us, and I relax slightly again.