Precarious

“That depends.” I smile, unable to stop myself.

He raises a brow. “On what?”

“Well, are you going to try and have your way with me?”

He smirks. “That depends.”

I laugh. “On what?”

“If you want me to have my way with you.”

I flush and bite my lip, looking away.

“You want to be fucked, Wildcard? You keen to have my cock inside you?”

God, why is he so dirty? I’m supposed to hate him. He stole me, killed some guards, and has spilled some pretty bad information in the last few hours, and yet I don’t hate him. It probably comes from the time we spent in the prison together. We’d developed some sort of bond, but all the same, it’s a bad situation. I’m quiet for so long. He finally says, “You scared of me?”

I turn to him. “I kicked your president in the balls. What do you think?”

“Seriously, babe. Are you scared of me?”

I shake my head, keeping my eyes locked on his. “No. For whatever reason, I don’t think you’re goin’ to hurt me.”

“You’re right about that,” he murmurs. “I don’t think I will.”

I swallow.

He tilts his head to the side, studying me. “You know what I think you’re really scared of?” he pauses for a moment. “I think it bothers you that you might actually want it.”

I smirk. “Don’t tell me you think I’m one of those women who will blush and turn away because you’re putting me on the spot.”

Oh, he has me pegged all wrong. This situation scares me, he scares me just a little, his president scares me a whole lot, but admitting to my needs has never scared me. I’ve always been one to say what I want.

He narrows his eyes. “Aren’t you goin’ to tell me that you can’t stand me, and there’s no way in hell I’m gettin’ my cock near you?”

I snort. “You read too many books. No, I’m not going to tell you that. Firstly, I don’t hate you, Beau. I don’t know what your life is about, but there’s a big story behind your stormy eyes, and I’m sure you have a reason for being the way you are.”

His eyes darken, but he says nothing.

“And secondly, I haven’t been fucked for over twelve months. I might be pissed at you for hurting me and dragging me into the wilderness, but I won’t deny that the idea of fucking you turns me on.”

He growls, like a feral, hungry beast.

It turns me on, big time.

“Shit. I’ve never met a girl like you, know that?”

I shrug. “I endeavor to be different. I’ve always been the girl that stands her ground. I was never going to be anyone’s whore, but I was never going to be the girl that played coy, either. If I want to fuck, biker,” I lean in close, “I’ll fuck.”

His eyes flash.

“And do you want to fuck, babe?”

I tilt my head to the side. “I haven’t decided yet.”

He makes a rumbling sound in his chest. “Let me know when you do, eh?”

I grin. “Yeah.”

“Now get in here and go to sleep. It’s been nearly twenty-four hours and you’ve only had two hours in that time.”

He points to the made-up bed. He leans down and shoves the pack under the blanket, making a pillow. Then he turns to me and jerks his chin towards it. I stare at the space, and then narrow my eyes. “What about you?”

He shrugs. “Slept on worse.”

I pull my coat tighter around me. I am tired. I position myself on the blanket and find a comfortable position. Krypt drops down beside me, pulling the blanket over us, then his big arms going up behind his head.

“Why a guard?” he asks suddenly.

I think about his question. “Honestly? I don’t know. I wanted to do something different. I never wanted to be the office girl, or the checkout chick; I wanted to do something challenging that gave me access to all walks of life.”

“Must be a tough job sometimes?”

“It is.” I sigh. “Sometimes I wonder why I do it, but then I try to consider something else and fail.”

“You’re good at it; take it from me.”

I smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m still takin’ you on when you’re not hurtin’. I want to see you fight.”

I laugh. “I’ll bring you to your knees, biker, don’t doubt it.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, babe. We’ll see. Get some sleep.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I’m cold.

No, that doesn’t cut it—I’m so fucking freezing my teeth are rattling, and my entire body is shaking from head to toe. I can’t feel my nose, and I certainly can’t feel the rest of my body. I have rolled at least five times, trying to curl myself up to get warm, but there is no hope. My body is too sore to bend that much.

“Stop fuckin’ wigglin’,” Krypt barks.

“I’m freezing. Seriously, my nipples are going to drop off,” I cry.

“Come here,” he orders.

“What? No.”

“You want your nipples to fuckin’ drop off?”

“No!”

“Then get over here.”

He reaches out and his warm hand curls around my cold one. He pulls back with a curse. “Fuck me.”

“I told you I was cold. How are you so warm?”