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|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
“He plays dirty.” Mia laughed. “Yep, I like this James guy.”
“Oh f**k off, Mia,” I hissed, but couldn’t hold on to the fake anger. “He’s so f**king bossy.”
“He knows your game, sister, and that’s why you’re scared.” Mia smiled, her eyes teary from her laughter.
I blew out a breath through puffy cheeks. I knew she was right. My schemes didn’t work and he seemed to know my next move.
“I don’t like him,” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yes, you do,” Suzy argued, nodding as she smiled.
“No, I don’t.”
“You so do. You’re f**ked.” Mia cackled, leaning in her chair and throwing her head back.
“I’m totally f**ked,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I tried to come to terms with this knowledge.
I didn’t want to like James. Men like that always rubbed me the wrong way, but when James did it…well, it sent sparks through my body.
It was a traitor.
Chapter 8 - The Chase
Bike Week ended, and this year had been relatively quiet compared to previous ones. The Sun Devils MC, along with Thomas, headed back to Leesburg—a town north of Tampa, and their home base.
It had almost been a week since I’d walked out of Izzy’s house and headed back to Daytona. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She was like a wet dream I couldn’t shake. Her smile, her taste, her smell—everything about her had stayed with me, and I wanted more.
It didn’t help when I found her G-string shoved in with my shit. I’d walked out of her house with a hard-on, wanting to slam her against the door and take her. The throbbing in my dick and aching in my balls needed some attention, and I’d do what I needed to do to make it happen.
I twirled my phone in my hand, wondering if I should pull the trigger. Send her a text and find my way in. I couldn’t wait any longer. It was f**king killing me. Either I’d die of blue balls or boredom. Izzy Gallo was the only thing that held my attention. It was ten p.m., but I figured she had to be awake. She didn’t strike me as the type of girl who turned in early. Plus, she might still be at work.
Me: Hey, beautiful. Thinking of me?
Within seconds, my phone beeped with a reply.
Sexy Fugitive: Who the f**k is this?
I smiled as I thought about how I’d added my number to her phone while she’d slept. I woke up in the middle of the night to check on her and saw the screen light up. It captured my attention, and I couldn’t stop myself from sending a message to steal her number. I saved it and added mine to her contact list. I didn’t use my name. No, that would have been too boring. I put myself in as…Man of My Dreams.
I laughed, picturing her pissed-off sneer as she looked at her phone and read my message.
Me: I can’t stop thinking about you.
Sexy Fugitive: Creep.
I typed with a dopy-ass grin on my face.
Me: Only for you, doll.
I didn’t have to add in the nickname she claimed to hate, but I thought I’d clue her the f**k in if she didn’t already know it was me.
Sexy Fugitive: What do you want, James?
What more could I say?
Sexy Fugitive: Well…you know where to find me.
I stared at the screen with my eyebrows knitted together, rubbing my chin. Was this an open invitation or was she busting my balls?
Me: You can’t resist me forever.
Sexy Fugitive: Catch me if you can.
Me: Catching isn’t the hard part… It’s keeping you that’s the challenge.
Sexy Fugitive: You seem to be the type of man who doesn’t take no for an answer.
Me: I always get what I want, Izzy…always.
Sexy Fugitive: Smug bastard.
I laughed. No matter what she called me, I knew she liked me. Even when her words were venomous, I still knew. She tried like f**k to deny the connection we had, the electricity that flowed through our bodies when we touched, but I felt it.
Me: You know you want me…
No quick response came from Izzy. With an aching dick so hard it was ready to break off my body, I crawled out of bed. I put on some clothes and set my sights on her. I had the weekend off, and the last thing I wanted to do was spend it in this sleepy Florida town. I wanted her and I couldn’t stay away any longer.
Izzy Gallo would be mine tonight.
As I locked my front door and headed for my bike, my phone beeped in my pocket.
Sexy Fugitive: I can’t talk now. I’m working.
I wasn’t surprised by her text. She never wanted to admit her attraction to me. The entire time I spent with her last weekend had been a barrage of bullshit denying what her body betrayed.
Me: When do you get off?
Sexy Fugitive: As often as I want.
Fuck. My dick hardened, straining against the denim, as I thought about the sounds she made as she came.
Me: On my way…
Just as I was about to shove my phone in my pocket and climb on the bike, she replied.
Sexy Fugitive: Now?!?!
Me: On my way, and I won’t take no for an answer this time. I’m bringing my handcuffs too.
Sexy Fugitive: Fuck.
Me: Two hours, Izzy, and you’re mine.
I didn’t wait for her reply. I put the phone on vibrate, placing it in my back pocket. Throttling the engine, I thought about her screaming my name, and took off toward the only woman who felt right in my arms.
She’d be mine tonight.
Her days of running were over.
I pulled into Izzy’s drive just after midnight. Her sleek black Infiniti sat in the driveway, and the front porch light illuminated my pathway to her pu**y.