Precarious

“Did you like that?”

I swallow, but nod. Maddox’s eyes flash up to Krypt’s.

“Maybe it’s time we share this one, Krypt.”

Krypt grunts. “Fuck off, Maddox.”

He smirks and looks back down to me. “I like to share.” He leans in close, grazing his lips over mine until I’m shivering all over. “You convince Krypt there to let me in, and we’ll fuck you until you can’t fucking breathe.”

Then he shoves me aside and steps past me.

Holy mother-fucking shit.

I think I just wet my pants.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I hide for the next few hours, my entire body still on fire over what just happened. Where did that even come from? I mean, I won’t deny I love sex, but to do that, openly, with Krypt’s hand in my pants . . . that’s just . . . wow. I am almost sure I have only done those things in my fantasies. I really didn’t think I’d turn those fantasies into reality.

“Hey!”

I look up from the sofa in my room to see Santana. She skips in, dropping down beside me.

“Hey.” I give her a shaky smile.

“What’s up?”

I shake my head quickly. “Nothing. What about you?”

“I’m bored. Want to come outside and learn how to ride a bike?”

I laugh. “No thanks.”

“Krypt will be all over that—you draped over his bike . . .”

I snort. “He will not.”

She giggles. “Bikers love nothing more than the women they want slinking all over their bikes.”

I grin. “You’re an animal.”

“I try.” She winks. “Hey, can I tell you something?”

I nod, turning to her.

“You won’t tell Maddox?”

“Why would I tell Maddox?”

She shrugs. “Well, you know, because he’s all protective and shit.”

“Still, I’d never tell him.”

She smiles and leans in close. “I’m . . . I’m kind of seeing someone outside the club.”

My eyes widen. “You are? Won’t Maddox have a shit fit?”

She shakes her head, a saucy little grin on her lips. “Not if he doesn’t know.”

“Okay,” I say, slightly concerned, but figuring it’s not my place to lecture her. “So tell me about him?”

She leans back. “He’s really sweet. He has taken me on a few dates. Oh Ash, he even opens doors for me.”

I smile. “He sounds nice. What’s his name?”

“Alec.”

“That’s a nice name.”

She nods. “He’s a really good guy. He hasn’t tried anything. He’s not bossy and best of all, he’s not a biker.”

“Bikers bother you?” I ask, shocked.

She shakes her head. “No, not at all. But Maddox is always on my case, making me feel like I have no life. Alec lets me be whatever I want. I don’t have to answer to him.”

“Do you think it’s going to bother Maddox when he finds out?”

“Maddox doesn’t like his control being taken away,” she says, her voice soft. “I’m his little puppet. The girl he saved. He thinks I owe it to him to be his little dog toy. But I’m tired of it.”

“Do you care about Maddox?”

“No,” she says quickly, far too quickly if you ask me.

“Sure about that?”

She gives me a hard expression. “He is horrible to me. He treats me badly, and he won’t let me have a life. There’s nothing to care about.”

“Okay,” I say. “I believe you.”

“Alec is different.” She sighs, smiling. Maybe she really does like Alec. It sure looks like it, judging from the stupid love-struck expression on her face. “He is so sweet.”

“What does he look like?”

She squeals happily, throwing her arms around me. “He’s gorgeous, Ash. Like sandy-blond hair, and blue eyes . . . gorgeous. He’s got a killer bod.”

I beam. She deserves happiness. “So are you going to see him again soon?”

She pouts. “While we’re on lockdown, I can’t. Maddox would never let me out.”

“No, you’re right about that.”

“Anyway, come out front with me. Penny will be here soon.”

“Who is Penny?” I ask, following her out the door.

“Krypt’s little angel.”

I stop walking. “What?”

She laughs. “Don’t be jealous, they haven’t been a thing for ages.”

My mind swims as I walk out the front with her. Krypt’s little angel? What is that supposed to mean? They haven’t been a thing for ages? Meaning there was a time they were? We stop on the front steps and sit down, but my mind is too foggy to have decent conversation.

Commotion brings me back to here and now, and I blink a few times to shake the intense thoughts from my mind. I look up and see Maddox coming through the gate with a girl behind him. I gasp as I take her in. She’s beautiful, in the sweet-and-innocent kind of way. She’s nearly an exact replica of that actress Amanda Seyfried, with her long, slightly wild blond hair, and light blue eyes.

She’s wearing a white dress that ties up around her neck and flows prettily around her knees. I swallow down the lump in my throat as I watch her eyes scan about for Krypt. Santana is right; she sure does look like an angel. Krypt’s angel. I shake the thought from my head just as I notice Krypt coming out of the shed.