“The trees.”
He loped away, disappearing into the dark of the night.
I turned back to Cam. “We gotta work fast—”
He smashed his mouth to mine, stealing my speech, my oxygen, my every fucking faculty. Kissing me. Claiming me. Shoving the last threads of adrenaline out of my system and replacing it with the one-of-a-kind energy that flowed from him to me and back again.
Fuck. My head rolled on my shoulders, still spinning from getting punched too many times to count. Only his kiss kept me upright. Cos I’d have to be dead to fall away from that.
Cam pulled back, eyes blazing. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“How many?”
“Nine.”
“Against two of you?”
“Just Saint, actually.” Alexei stepped into Cam’s space and slid an arm around his waist. “I was late to the festivities.”
Cam jumped, then a relieved breath left him. He gripped Alexei’s chin. “You crashed?”
“If you would like to call it that.”
“Where’s your bike?”
“Ready to burn.”
“Are you—”
Alexei cut him off. “Later. First you must speak with the Crow.”
Conflict raged in Cam’s midnight gaze, but as Nash and Mateo reappeared, responsibility bore down on him, concealing the man who just wanted to tell Alexei that he fucking loved him.
He moved off, Nash and Mateo flanking him while Alexei stayed with me. I eyed him. “You’re not going with them?”
“I did not show my face yet, and it seems prudent not to.” Alexei swung his gaze to me. “You have cigarettes?”
Of course. I tossed him a box. He wrapped his lips around one and lit up, and damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d seen him do since he’d shot a man in the head.
“Do not look at me like that, wingman.”
“Like what?”
Alexei hissed through his teeth. “Likein the manner that got us into this mess in the first place.”
He’d lost me. I frowned. But he shook his head. “Not now. Just know that I cannot function with you on my mind like this. You took Cam to another world. I want to go there too.”
It dawned on me far too late that he was talking about sex. By then, Cam and the others were already approaching us, their footsteps hurried on the damp ground. “Police scanners are going batshit. We need out of here.”
“What did he say?” Nash asked.
Cam glowered. “Nothing we don’t already know. He didn’t tell me shit that’s useful except that they’re gonna clean up their own mess.” He turned to me. “Give Decoy your hog and the weapons to Mateo.”
“I can ride.”
“That’s irrelevant,” he growled. “Alexei ain’t got a bike and I want you to stay together. Take the Yamaha somewhere and torch it, then go back to the house. Nash rides with Mateo. Decoy with me.”