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beer. Creed
focused his full and proper attention on Annika, wished she’d take out the
contacts so he could watch the normally icy blue of her eyes begin to soften
when he touched her.
    “How
long have you known it was me?” she asked.
    He
let the corner of his mouth tug up in a smile, the way it inevitably did whenever
she came within fifty feet of him. It might be the electricity she carried with
her that alerted his body to her presence, but he wasn’t complaining. “I always
know it’s you, baby,” he said, pulled her so she stood in between his spread
thighs. “Let’s get out of here.”
    “I’m
not sure…do you think you’re man enough to handle me?”
    “I
know I am.” He’d been hard from the second he’d sensed her, and when she’d
walked through the bar, her familiar strut yanked all his chains in so many
different, exquisite ways.
    His
cock molded hard against his soft leather pants and the entire right side of
his body pulsed.
    “I
don’t know if I can wait that long,” she said. “Why don’t we just stay here?”
    “Here?”
    “I
already checked out the storeroom—it’s not locked,” she said.
    She
ran a hand across the tattoo on his neck, her palm lingering across his throat,
and the fact that she could kill him with her pinky turned him on, maybe more
than anything. He didn’t mind handing the reins over to the beautiful
twenty-one-year-old with a body like sin and a mind to match.
    If he
relented right now, he’d be shivering under her touch within minutes in the
storeroom, or in the alley, or on the back of his hog in the woods, but tonight
that wasn’t going to be enough.
    Tonight,
he wanted a bed. Because he wanted a lot of different positions, and he wanted
Annika where it wouldn’t be easy for her to just walk away when she was done.
Because as many times as he’d tried to talk to her, she ended up stopping him
by forcing him to use his mouth for things other than talking. And then she’d
leave town on assignment.
    She’d
been away for six weeks this time. Kat was pissed that he hadn’t even tried to
be with anyone else—she knew it meant Annika was special to him. She was right,
of course, and there was no reason to try to deny it.
    “Come
home with me, Annika,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her nipple through the
thin fabric of her camisole. “Come home to my bed.”
    “It’d
be hotter here,” she countered, and at her long, cocky look, he nearly lost his
resolve.
    “My
house,” he said firmly, put a hand around her upper arm in an attempt to steer
her out of the bar.
    “No,”
she said loudly, her voice carrying over the jukebox music and generally
raucous patrons of the bar. Which made all of them stop and stare.
    Most
everyone here knew Creed. He was a hard man to miss because of his height and
the tattoos. He was always being approached and asked the name of his tattoo
artist, and he’d tell them that he’d gotten them done out of the country.
Which, technically, wasn’t a lie.
    He
just didn’t mention how far out of the country.
    “Problem?”
the bartender asked.
    Creed
looked between him and Annika, who still wore that
I’m-determined-to-win-this-round look he knew so damned well, and he let go of
her arm.
    “Nothing
that’s going to get solved tonight,” he said, right before he walked out, sans
Annika.
    He
kicked his Harley roughly into gear and revved it twice, his normally calm
demeanor shot to hell. Even Kat’s attempt to soothe him wasn’t going to help
him tonight—nothing but Annika in his bed was going to make it all better.

CHAPTER Five
    TUESDAY
10 P.M. MST
    Ender
was restless—woke with the blankets half off his naked body and a thin sheen of
sweat covering him and he knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep. There were a few things
that could cure that restlessness instantly, things Kira could help him with if
she wasn’t passed out, so he limited his options to outdoor activities he could
do alone.
    He’d
never slept much