I thank each brother as they leave, grateful that they have my back. I might have made a mistake casing that house that night, but I won’t ever regret it because it brought me to this club.
Now if only Detective Hampton would fuck off, then life would be all right.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Rain
As I come downthe stairs, Ridge steps back inside.
“Have a good night,” he says before hanging up his phone.
Something about the face he’s making makes me curious. I don’t usually pry, but something is telling me I should tonight.
“Hey, everything okay?” I ask.
Right as I reach him, he pulls me into him and kisses me until I forget that I just asked him a question. It’s truly criminal how good of a kisser he is, so much so that I’m kind of annoyed women before me got to experience it.
Which is ridiculous because I have a past too.
All too soon, he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.
“Everything’s great, Viper. I have you in my arms, and we’re about to go out on our first double date. What else could I want?”
I can see the truth in his eyes. Whatever he talked about on the phone is miles away from his mind now. I know if I pressed, he would tell me, but I choose to let it go. He will talk to me when he is ready.
I hum, pulling his hips against mine. “I don’t know. We could stay home and party naked.”
He chuckles and taps my nose with his pointer finger as he pulls away.
“You joke, but we both know you and Aspen have been looking forward to tonight.”
“True. I wish Panther and Maggie weren’t busy.” I pout.
“Next time,” he promises.
Next time. Two simple words that mean so much. We haven’t even gone on our first double date, and he’s already planning on us doing it again.
“You ready?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, I just need to grab my jacket.”
Before I can move, he does it for me. He walks around me and helps me put it on. He even takes the time to move my hair out of the way so it’s not trapped inside the jacket. He runs his hand down his name on my back like he always does, making me shiver.
“Did I tell you that you look amazing? These jeans are fucking criminal,” he says, touching my hips and the side of my ass.
“Just imagine how good they will look on the floor later when we get home,” I quip.
Ridge growls and slaps my ass.
“Let’s get out of here before you tempt me to stay home.”
He takes my hand in his to lead me into the garage. We put on our helmets, get on the bike, and take off. It’s a cold ride, but a short one, making it worth it.
When we arrive at the restaurant, I can’t help but shiver as I take off the helmet.
Ridge frowns. “We should have brought the truck. I didn’t even think about how cold it would be for you. I’m sorry.”