Page 11 of Biker's Property
“If you had any sense of self-preservation, you would do something to keep me entertained,” I grumble.
She turns on the radio. Static blasts through the car. We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere. Ain’t no goddamn radio. After a few seconds, she realizes the situation and shuts it off. Guess she has no problem with silence. I give her another stiff look.
“You know what I mean.”
She glares at me. “Animal.”
What the helldid this damn woman just say to me?
“I’man animal for saving your fucking life now?”
“I’m…”she scowls. “It’s not like you care.”
“What?”
“I’m married. Well. I might be.”
“What do you mean you might be?”
“I think I killed him.”
I scoff in disbelief.
“You? I don’t think so. Trying to scare me won’t work, princess. We have a long drive ahead of us and the shit you put me through has me tense.”
She shoots me another glare.
“I’m not lying.”
Like fuck she isn’t. I know women. They’ll say just about anything to get out of sucking dick. My body tenses up at her obvious disrespect, demonstrated by that damned lie.
“Where’s your wedding ring then?”
“I told you. I killed him. I obviously didn’t keep the ring.”
There’sa little bite in that sentence. I grip the steering wheel tighter, incapable of pushing out the darkness rushing into my head and the need for immediate relief. If I have to stop myself from doing what I know I shouldn’t, I have to keep her talking. Fuck, I have to keep myself talking.
“If you killed him,where is he then, huh? How the fuck did you end up in the middle of the desert like this?”
She looks at me through the dark eyes that identify her ethnicity as something other than fully black, despite that thick head of coiled and textured hair. Sunk beneath thick lids, they make her pretty facial features quite a bit softer. I run my tongue over my lower lip, failing to suppress the urges that come with looking at this woman’s face.
“It’s a long story.”
“We got nothing but time, princess. So you better start talking or start sucking dick.”
She wrinkles her nose.“I won’t be doing either.”
“Hm. We’ll see about that.”
Chapter Seven
JOSLIN
This man is downright disgusting. I can tell from his good looks and the cocky ass way he talks that he’s used to getting away with treating women like this. He doesn’t know that I’m telling the truth and I can tell he doesn’t believe me. He’s like everyone else in my life who assumed I was too weak to stand up to my husband.
I ignore Steel’s “We’ll see about that” comment. We won’t be seeing about shit, because I have no intention of catering to a single ounce of chauvinism in my life anymore. I’m just plain over it. I look out the window until I feel a large, warm hand on my thigh. A shiver runs straight through me, but my instincts are sharpened. I smack his hand so hard that he sucks in air sharply.
“Shit,” he says. “I was just checking on your ass. You got real quiet.”