Go Fetch!
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Of course not. Especially cause youre not a sixteen-year-old virgin, screwed over by a rich townie, and left pregnant. So, already youre ahead of the game.
Miki glared at Saras sarcasm. I already had this goddamn conversation with Angelina. And if you two whores want to have meaningless sex with some guy you just metlike getting head at a rave from a bikerthats your choice.
Hey! Thats not fair. And it was hardly meaningless. Im practically married to the guy.
Dont care. Back off.
Sara sighed. Fine. Fine. Ill back off.
Thank you.
And Sara backed off for a total of fifteen seconds. Although a vibrator does not a life partner make.
Miki growled. Why are you two obsessed with Mr. Happy?
Maybe because you actually named it.
Whatever. Miki turned back to her suitcase, stopping when she saw something she knew she didnt pack. She pulled out a brown paper bag. Dude, I didnt pack this. Visions of international spies using her as a transporter flew through her mind. But the expression on Saras scarred face told a different story.
You may not have packed it
Miki frowned and opened the bag. There were boxes of condoms inside. And a note lay right on top. Immediately, she recognized Angies perfect handwriting.
Really, isnt it time you got laid? Angie.
I hate both of you.
Now. Now. Sara backed up toward the door. Angie and I only want you to be safe. Youre not on any birth control. Sometimes people get lost in the moment. Angie did it with the best of intentions. We care about you and want you to be happy.
Fuck her. Fuck you. And, for that matter, fuck your intentions.
See. Those are the tense cuss words of a woman who needs to get laid.
Sara ducked the bag of condoms just in time, tore the door open and ran.
Miki sat on the edge of her bed and dropped her head in her hands. This was going to be a long, long trip.
Chapter Four
Forget it.
Sara shrugged. Okay. You can ride with Zach.
In hell.
Sara didnt answer Zachs bark. She just reached back and punched him in the chest.
Im not riding with Miki smiled sweetly, him.
Then you better get your ass over there.
Miki glanced over at Conall. He leaned against his bike, looking as casual and innocent as always. It didnt help he wore black jeans, black boots, black tee, and a black leather jacket. He looked fucking phenomenal in all black.
He gave her that innocent smile and she couldntstop the little whimper that came out. She knew without a doubt Conall would not make this easy.
Would you just go? Sara spun Miki around and shoved her toward Conall. Immediately, Miki saw the predatory gleam in his eye, but she wouldnt let him see her being weak. Not if she could help it anyway. So, steeling her resolve, she marched over to him.
All right, Viking, a few ground rules.
He seemed curious. Such as?
No inappropriate touching. No grinding yourself into me. No leaning back into me. No doing stunts on your bike so that I have to grip you tighter. Are we clear?
Conall chuckled. I keep forgetting you were raised around bikers. He leaned in to her. She recognized his scent from the comforter. She really liked that scent. Damn him. Look, sweetness, just get your tight ass on the bike.
Miki glared at him. Maybe I dont want to go.
His head was so close to her it almost touched her cheek. Almost. We can stay here if you want. Im sure we can come up with all sorts of things to do in this big house. Alone. Then he leaned in closer and sniffed her. She felt a bolt of electricity going right from her groin up her spine and landing somewhere in the back of her neck. God, woman, he groaned. You smell good.
She stumbled back away from him but he caught her arm.
With a firm grasp on her, he straddled his bike and gently pulled her close. Get on.
She forced herself to slide on the seat behind him and took the helmet he handed to her.
Bastard. He was getting to her and he knew it. She put the helmet on her head, tightened the strap. He kick-started his bike and waited. She knew he was waiting for her, but she didnt know why.
What? she demanded over the roar of the choppers engine.
You going to put your arms around me or what?
I was thinking or what.
He leaned back against her and immediately her nipples hardened. Already he was breaking one of her rules. Either you put your arms around me or I start poppin wheelies on this thing. And she knew he meant it.
With a silent groan, she wrapped her arms around his waist. He pulled her tighter, making sure her chest was right against his back, which didnt help the hard nipple situation one damn bit.
He pulled out of the driveway and followed the rest of the Pack that had left a minute before.
Who knew this would be so much more difficult than she ever thought it would be? Like a dog with his bone, Conall held on even though she kept saying, Drop it. Drop it now.
She needed to get to Seattle. And she needed to get away from the Viking before she did something she would regret the rest of her life.
Miki glared at Saras sarcasm. I already had this goddamn conversation with Angelina. And if you two whores want to have meaningless sex with some guy you just metlike getting head at a rave from a bikerthats your choice.
Hey! Thats not fair. And it was hardly meaningless. Im practically married to the guy.
Dont care. Back off.
Sara sighed. Fine. Fine. Ill back off.
Thank you.
And Sara backed off for a total of fifteen seconds. Although a vibrator does not a life partner make.
Miki growled. Why are you two obsessed with Mr. Happy?
Maybe because you actually named it.
Whatever. Miki turned back to her suitcase, stopping when she saw something she knew she didnt pack. She pulled out a brown paper bag. Dude, I didnt pack this. Visions of international spies using her as a transporter flew through her mind. But the expression on Saras scarred face told a different story.
You may not have packed it
Miki frowned and opened the bag. There were boxes of condoms inside. And a note lay right on top. Immediately, she recognized Angies perfect handwriting.
Really, isnt it time you got laid? Angie.
I hate both of you.
Now. Now. Sara backed up toward the door. Angie and I only want you to be safe. Youre not on any birth control. Sometimes people get lost in the moment. Angie did it with the best of intentions. We care about you and want you to be happy.
Fuck her. Fuck you. And, for that matter, fuck your intentions.
See. Those are the tense cuss words of a woman who needs to get laid.
Sara ducked the bag of condoms just in time, tore the door open and ran.
Miki sat on the edge of her bed and dropped her head in her hands. This was going to be a long, long trip.
Chapter Four
Forget it.
Sara shrugged. Okay. You can ride with Zach.
In hell.
Sara didnt answer Zachs bark. She just reached back and punched him in the chest.
Im not riding with Miki smiled sweetly, him.
Then you better get your ass over there.
Miki glanced over at Conall. He leaned against his bike, looking as casual and innocent as always. It didnt help he wore black jeans, black boots, black tee, and a black leather jacket. He looked fucking phenomenal in all black.
He gave her that innocent smile and she couldntstop the little whimper that came out. She knew without a doubt Conall would not make this easy.
Would you just go? Sara spun Miki around and shoved her toward Conall. Immediately, Miki saw the predatory gleam in his eye, but she wouldnt let him see her being weak. Not if she could help it anyway. So, steeling her resolve, she marched over to him.
All right, Viking, a few ground rules.
He seemed curious. Such as?
No inappropriate touching. No grinding yourself into me. No leaning back into me. No doing stunts on your bike so that I have to grip you tighter. Are we clear?
Conall chuckled. I keep forgetting you were raised around bikers. He leaned in to her. She recognized his scent from the comforter. She really liked that scent. Damn him. Look, sweetness, just get your tight ass on the bike.
Miki glared at him. Maybe I dont want to go.
His head was so close to her it almost touched her cheek. Almost. We can stay here if you want. Im sure we can come up with all sorts of things to do in this big house. Alone. Then he leaned in closer and sniffed her. She felt a bolt of electricity going right from her groin up her spine and landing somewhere in the back of her neck. God, woman, he groaned. You smell good.
She stumbled back away from him but he caught her arm.
With a firm grasp on her, he straddled his bike and gently pulled her close. Get on.
She forced herself to slide on the seat behind him and took the helmet he handed to her.
Bastard. He was getting to her and he knew it. She put the helmet on her head, tightened the strap. He kick-started his bike and waited. She knew he was waiting for her, but she didnt know why.
What? she demanded over the roar of the choppers engine.
You going to put your arms around me or what?
I was thinking or what.
He leaned back against her and immediately her nipples hardened. Already he was breaking one of her rules. Either you put your arms around me or I start poppin wheelies on this thing. And she knew he meant it.
With a silent groan, she wrapped her arms around his waist. He pulled her tighter, making sure her chest was right against his back, which didnt help the hard nipple situation one damn bit.
He pulled out of the driveway and followed the rest of the Pack that had left a minute before.
Who knew this would be so much more difficult than she ever thought it would be? Like a dog with his bone, Conall held on even though she kept saying, Drop it. Drop it now.
She needed to get to Seattle. And she needed to get away from the Viking before she did something she would regret the rest of her life.
