“You didn’t do it?” he asks.
“I didn’t do it!” I scream, grabbing hold of my fist as it aches from the tantrum I just threw on the bin. “I would never risk anyone’s life like that, I swear to god, Riggs. I didn’t light that place up.”
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Fuck.”
“You honestly think that’s the kind of person I am?” I cry over the loud rain.
“I don’t fuckin’ know who you are! We’ve done nothin’ but argue and fight.”
“You wouldn’t let me in!” I yell. “You refused. We could have ended all of this. We were having fun and you flipped a switch because you were scared.”
“I’m not fuckin’ scared!” he barks.
“You are scared. Scared you might actually like me. You’re damaged and broken because of the last woman, but I’m not her, Riggs. I’m a god damned good person, and I don’t deserve what you’re doing to me right now.”
“Fuck!” he bellows into the rain, fists clenched. “Why you gotta do this to me?”
“Do what?” I scream.
“Drive me fuckin’ crazy. I can’t get you out of my head.”
I stare at him, rain dripping down my face. “Then stop trying.”
We both lunge at the same time, bodies smashing together. He catches me and within seconds my back is against the large bin that’s taller than me. It’s probably gross, and I should care, but fuck me I don’t, I don’t care about a single thing except him right now. I curl my fingers into his hair and I kiss him. I kiss him until I have to pull away and gasp for a breath.
He lifts me up, legs around his waist, ass in his hands, and he walks me to a cleaner location. A tree. We’re still soaking wet and the rain isn’t easing up, but I don’t care. It’s dark and nobody can see us.
We’re frantic as we tear at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel something, anything.
My pants are gone in seconds and his cock is free.
Then we’re fucking.
Raw and brutal, the rain smashing against our skin. The sounds of our pleasure rolling through the night. I’m screaming, Riggs is moaning, and he’s fucking me with a force that I can’t escape. I cum multiple times from arousal alone and my fingernails dig into any pieces of exposed flesh I can find. I’ll have bruises on my ass by the time he’s done with me, and I don’t care.
I don’t care.
“Riggs,” I whimper, searching for his mouth.
“Fuck. I need you.”
He kisses me again, hard and rough, as he finds his release. We both tremble, probably from a combination of pleasure and cold. When we finally come down from the most incredible high, he releases me and we adjust our clothes. I look up at him, the shadow of his face only visible just slightly under the streetlight. I reach up and cup the side of his cheek. “I want you.”
He makes a throaty sound and growls, “Yeah, I want you, too.”
“Don’t hurt my brother.”
He studies my face. “Fine, but he owes me, and I know exactly how he can do that.”
I nod. “Whatever you want.”
“Let’s get out of this fuckin’ rain.”
He takes my hand and leads me out of the rain and back into the clubhouse. After getting an oversized tee to wear and a towel to dry off, I meet him back in his office. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. The gold chain around his neck glimmers against his bronze skin and I want him again. I need him right fucking now, but I have to deal with this first.
I’m obsessed, and I don’t care.
“What’s the plan?” Beckett asks when we’re all back in the room.
“He joins the club.”
I blink. Stefano’s head whips around. We all stare at Riggs in shock.
“What?” I gasp.
“You either pay for your actions in the way everyone else does, or you swear your loyalty to me and my brothers by joining the club as a prospect. Which means you’re our little bitch until we say otherwise. The choice is yours.”
I swallow, clamping my mouth shut because I know if I argue right now, I could end up getting Stefano the wrong side of the deal and being in the club is better than being out there selling drugs and doing things that’ll get him killed. If he’s going down that road, then maybe having the club to guide him won’t be such a bad thing.
I meet my brother’s eyes and give a little nod.
“Okay,” he agrees.
Riggs nods once. “Beckett, he’s all yours. Get him up to speed.”
Beckett unties Stefano, and I rush over, throwing my arms around him.
“Tell me I made the right choice?” he whispers near my ear.
“You made the right choice.”
God, I hope I’m right.
16
“YOU LOOK EXHAUSTED,” Carmen says when she comes in for a coffee first thing the next morning, looking as glamorous as ever.
“I am exhausted. Last night was ... interesting.”
She grins. “Spill!”
I tell her mostly everything that happened and how Riggs took me in the parking lot and I think we’re an item now. As she listens, her face flashes with something unfamiliar. I could almost swear it’s rage.
“You think I’m crazy for taking him back?” I ask. “Because right now you look like you’re about to stand up and put my head through the window.”
Her face softens and she laughs, but it sounds forced. “Sorry, I was a bit distracted. I do think you should be careful, he doesn’t sound like a nice guy.”
I mean, that’s a bit of an assumption considering she’s never met him.
“I know it probably seems like that, but god, he drives me crazy.”
She stands, clutching her stomach. “Sorry, I’m actually feeling really off. Can we catch up later to talk?”
“Yeah, of course.”
She rushes out, and I watch her go, confused. I hope she’s okay. She really seemed to get upset over my story.
I get back
