Page 21 of Hook

“Okay, Luna, they're going to do everything they can, alright? I need you to calm down so you can help them, okay?” Bea rubs a hand up and down on the woman's shoulder, and Luna nods her head.

Just a few moments ago, this woman was ready to take our heads off, and she and Bea were rolling around on the floor like a bunch of wrestlers. It's nice to see people coming together in a time of need. Before I joined up with the BCMC, that wasn't something I saw much of.

“Come on, we have to move,” Light shouts, breaking me out of my daydream as we get to his bike. He hops on and steadies thebike. “Sit her backwards, her front to my front,” he orders, and Brick and I do as he asks. The woman's dead weight flops against Light's large body, and he expertly wraps his arms around her so she doesn't fall back. It’s not something I'd ever seen before—not with an unconscious woman—but Light looks like he knows what he's doing.

“You, come on,” Brick shouts at the sister.

“Luna, her name is Luna,” Bea snaps back. She is still sticking up for the woman.

“Whatever, Luna, on the bike now,” Brick continues to bark out orders before he looks at me. “Brick, you get back home and get this one inside. I'm going to ride with Light to the hospital.” I nod and grab hold of Bea while Brick and Light take off in the direction of the hospital. All at once, all the mania subsides, and I can finally breathe again.

“Well, that was interesting,” Bea chuckles, and I can't help but join in on the laughter. It's not every day something like this happens.

“Come on, let's get back to the clubhouse. I'm sure the rest of the guys are home now, and they're going to want to know what's going on.” I put out a hand to her.

Bea smiles and hops on the back of my bike. The ride back to the clubhouse is short but comfortable. It's amazing how right she feels behind me. When her hands start moving up and down on my stomach I have to stop myself from getting turned on. Bea is a wildcard for sure.

We stop at a light and I put a foot down on the ground to steady the bike before I look back at her. She's staring off to the side worrying her lip.

"They'll get her to the hospital." I say over the hum of my bike.

"I know I just hope they get her there in time. She looks so young." Bea replied only to get a nod from me in response. It's hard to see when someone as young as Wendy going down the wrong path but I know it happens more times than not.

The light changes, and I kick off once again, leaving a tense silence between Bea and me. I want to tell her how good she did, how impressed I was by how she took Luna down, but I don't know how to get the words out. Compliments have never been my forte.

Now that the mess at the storage facility is handled, I'm looking forward to falling into my bed and getting some much-needed rest.

We get to the clubhouse, and I go in the back way. A dead-end alley gives us access to the garage, and like everything else, most people don't even know it’s there.

The bike comes to an abrupt halt when I turn off the ignition and wait for her to get off from behind me. She stretches her arms and legs as I dismount. My eyes roam down her body. The way her ass fills out the jeans she's wearing and the small sliver of skin that shows when she lifts her hands has me hot. It's not usual that I find someone who can turn me on so much without so much as saying a word. Something about Bea is tempting the hell out of me, and I can't ignore it anymore.

"Bea, we need to talk," I say behind her, and she turns quickly. My voice is full of gravel and desire, but I'm sure she doesn't hear that. At least I hope she doesn't.

"Yeah?"

"You need to listen when I tell you to do something. Shit could've been much worse than just some little girl OD'ing in the racks."

"I told you why I followed you in already. It was taking so long," Bea tries to excuse herself, but I won't let it go that easily.

"I don't care if it took twenty years. If I tell you to stay put, you stay put, unless all of a sudden you think you're bad." I take a step in her direction, but instead of moving back, she stands still and raises her chin. She's testing me. Even I can see that. She's trying to see how far she can push me. I'm always up for a challenge.

"I'm not scared."

"Are you sure?" I question getting even closer into her space.

"Yes." Her voice is soft as she lifts her head, craning her neck so she can look at me.

Fuck how I want her.

All rational thought flies out of my mind as I push her back hard against the wall of the garage and grab hold of her neck before my lips crash down on hers.

She squeals for a second, her hands flying up and grabbing hold of my vest.

At first, I can’t tell if she’s pushing me away or not, but by the time my tongue slides out of my mouth, I’ve got no doubt. She’s pulling me closer. Her legs open up for me, one knee lifting slightly, putting pressure against my thigh to keep me close to her.

She tastes like redemption. Tastes like everything I know I don’t deserve.

I’m not the man for her, and I know it, but that’s not stopping me from taking every last bit she’s giving to me.