Meeting Wickeds eye, he grinned. “Lie.” He mouthed silently.
“Wicked just stubbed his toe and I tried not to snort-laugh that’s all. He’s such a big baby.” I didn’t know if my brother believed me or not. It didn’t really matter at that moment.
All that mattered was that I didn’t make any more sex sounds over the phone. And that wasn’t going to be easy when the president of the Black Aces was pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy.
Chapter Twelve
Wicked
What I was doing could cost me everything. But I was past caring. I had tried to fight against it. Hell I had tried with everything I had to ignore the growing attracting that was between us and it just wasn’t working.
Being apart was making us miserable. Chelsea was spiralling out of control and that was partly my fault. And I was unhappy.
Being apart made us both unhappy. But I couldn’t just ride home and tell everyone that she was my woman. As much as I wanted to.
Not if I wanted to keep control of the Black Aces anyway. There was the fact that her brother was my best friend as well. And to say he wouldn’t be happy was an understatement.
Ruin would be livid. And who could blame him? If he was fucking my kid sister, if I had one, I would have beaten him to a pulp and put her in a convent complete with a chastity belt.
I would have to tell Ruin, and soon but not yet. I wanted some time with Chelsea first. I needed to see if what I was feeling would fade. For all, I knew she would lose interest first. She was still young. And there were millions of men out there for her to explore.
“Are you ready to do this?” Killing the engine, I didn’t make a move to get off the bike. Instead, we both sat there. The engine cooling between our legs.”Chelsea?”
We had to move before someone spotted us and everyone came out of the clubhouse.
“Yeah.” She swung her leg off easily, her hands reaching for the helmet on her head. I beat her to it. Pulling it off, I let my eyes meet hers.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
She wasn’t, I could tell by the way her lips pouted. The bottom one sticking out slightly. I wanted to capture that lip between my teeth so badly it hurt.
Chelsea’s eyes were full of doubt and I hated it. I wanted to kiss all the doubt out of her face. If that meant people would see then so be it.
My head dipped over hers. “I want to kiss you so badly right now.” Roughly I smoothed my finger down her cheek. And my head lowered even more.
The club could go to hell. Chelsea was my woman. For as long as she would have me she would be my woman. I didn’t care who knew anymore.
I didn’t even care if it cost me my best friend and club.
“I want that as well.” She whispered right back. “But you know we can’t.” With a smile she stepped away, turning to the clubhouse. She raised her hand in greeting. “Hey, Melody.”
Then she walked away. Leaving me to watch her go as the woman who the entire world thought was my old lady sidled up to my side.
***
“Brother.” Ruined greeted me with a manly slap on the back. Like he hadn’t seen me in weeks instead of days. “It’s good to have you back.”
“Yeah.” My eyes travelled around the room, finally coming to settle on Chelsea as she stood speaking to Avery by the open kitchen door. She didn’t turn towards me but I knew she could feel my eyes on her. A small smile made the corners of her mouth quirk upwards.
“Yeah, it’s good to be back.” I dragged my eyes away. If I kept staring at her like a lovesick puppy someone would notice.
“She didn’t give you much shit?” Oblivious Ruin carried on. He hadn’t seen the look I had been giving his little sister.
“No, she didn’t give me much shit.” I grinned. Chelsea had given me some of the best sex of my life, not shit. But it wasn’t like I could tell him that. “I think she wanted to come home,” I added.
He nodded thoughtfully. “That’s good, I was worried about her. She has a habit of going off the rails when things get tough. And this year has been fucking tough for her.” He shook his head. “I had a horrible feeling that she would end up shacked up with some guy that wasn’t good enough for her, you know?”
Thoughtfully I nodded. Yeah, I knew what he meant. He was afraid of his precious baby sister would end up with a man who didn’t deserve her. A man like me.