“Chelsea.” Wicked’s voice was ragged, and I turned my attention back to him. My eyebrow’s quirking upwards as he reached out a hand. “Come on we are getting out of here.” He didn’t seem to want to wait for me to take his hand, he gripped my wrist. Pulling me towards him but not so we were touching.
What was wrong with him? Just minutes ago he had been adamant that we couldn’t do anything. And now here he was touching me in public. It didn’t make any sense.
“What’s going on?” I half turned my body back towards the pool table, and again he pulled me away.
Something was definitely going on over there. It was the only reason he would be pulling me away from it.
“Nothing you need to see Chelsea.” His voice was low , a whisper I could barely hear. “Come on I’m taking you home.”
I tore my arm away from him, my eyes blazing. “Jesus Wicked, I’ve seen you guys get freaky in public before.” Technically I had never seen him get all the way freaky but some of the others I had. My accident but it wasn’t something I hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t like the Black Aces were exactly model citizens.
“You don’t want to see this.” His big hands came down on my shoulders. His face was suddenly serious. “Trust me on this Chelsea. You do not want to see this.”
His words only made me want to see what was going on more. And then it hit me. “Is it Bennet? Is Bennet screwing someone else….” sure we were casual but fucking someone else when I had invited him wasn’t something I could forgive. Not ever.
“No, Chelsea, it’s not your boyfriend.” Wicked seemed to spit the word boyfriend out like it was poison. But there was something else. Something in his choice of words. If it weren’t Bennet, then there would only be two people he wouldn’t want me to see.
My best friend, Blair.
And my dad.
“Who is it, Blair or my dad?” The thought of either made me feel sick.
A shadow passed across his face, and my stomach did a flip flop.
“You can’t be serious.” The words left my mouth in a half scream. “My dad and my best friend?” Anger boiled through me.
Was my dad getting it on with my best friend? What kind of parent did that… what kind of. I tried to turn back to the small crowd that had gathered. The plan was to push my way through and go all screaming banshee on the pair of them. I didn’t get the chance, though.
Wicked’s fingers tightened. “Don’t do it, Chelsea.” His voice was kind, but he couldn’t hide the pity in it. “They aren’t worth it. Let’s get out of here.”
“Out of here?” I searched his face.
“Yeah, I told Ruin I would take you home…. not in that way, Chelsea. So don’t look at me like that. It’s just Cooks isn’t the place for you tonight.” He motioned to the pool table. “Not with shit like that going on already.”
“And you are ok with babysitting me?” Because that’s exactly what it was. Ruin had asked his best friend to give up his own valentines night to babysit me.
Like I was a god damn child.
“Giving yo your night?”
For a second Wicked didn’t say a word. “Your not a kid Chelsea, or so you have told me. So it’s not babysitting. And two…” He gave a small smile. “There’s nothing of interest here for me either.”
“How about Gem?”
He shrugged. “Not even Gem.” His whiskey coloured eyes met mine. “I’m leaving because I want to and I am taking you with me.”
****
I didn’t touch him more than was needed. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to. The feel of his back pressed against my front, the warmth of his jacket over my body and the pulse of his powerful machine between my thighs was a heady combination.
By the time he pulled up in front of the small red brick house, I was aching in ways that were totally new to me.
I had been turned on before but never like this. There was just something about riding behind a man who knew how to handle a bike that got me going. But I knew that wasn’t entirely true. I had been on bikes my entire life. It wasn’t that.
It was Wicked.
Wicked got me going.