nothing on mother’s
instinct. I don’t like this.”
“Hannah,” Willow purred coaxingly. “She’s
been through so much. I just think she needs a little space. McKenna’s a good
girl. We both know she isn’t going to do anything too wild or crazy.”
“We’ll talk about this later when you get
home. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“There! Are you satisfied?” McKenna
groaned at Kenyon as she whirled around on her heels and started back towards
the building.
She waited until the parking lot was
nearly empty before venturing back outside. The last thing she wanted was
someone telling their parents that they had seen her talking to a biker in
the parking lot. The gossips were rampant around these parts, and Hannah would call
the police before the conversation got interesting.
Trevor sat tall on his bike with his arms
crossed lazily over his chest. She was a little disappointed that he had worn
sunglasses because she couldn’t see his eyes. The rest of his features remained
still and cold as stone. It was impossible to know what he was thinking, but
McKenna had never felt more alive—as if electricity poured through her veins, making
her hyperaware and sensitive to him.
“What did Jimmy tell you?” Trevor asked
flatly.
“Who’s Jimmy?”
“Jimmy is the bartender at Ray’s Place.”
McKenna looked shyly towards the ground
before answering, “He said you were a bad man.”
“And?” Trevor demanded.
“And that you ran with the Devils Kin.”
“ And ?”
“And that you were staying at your
uncle’s motorcycle shop.”
“And none of those things made you stop
and think, Maybe this isn’t someone I should look for ?” Trevor
questioned angrily.
McKenna dared to look up at him. “You said
I had to find you,” she whispered. Her initial thrill at seeing him in the
parking lot was now being coupled with a strange sensation of guilt. She never
expected this reaction from him.
“Jesus fucking Christ! You’re still in
high school,” he gritted accusatorily.
“I’m eighteen years old,” McKenna cried.
“You’re still a baby.”
“I am old enough to know what I want,”
McKenna declared.
“And stupid enough to go looking for it,”
Trevor muttered as he shook his head with disgust. “Just promise me you won’t
go back there again. It’s dangerous and a girl like you could get in all sorts
of trouble in a place like that.”
He paused long enough to pull off his
sunglasses. McKenna spotted a mischievous glimmer in his summer blue eyes and
realized he wasn’t nearly as angry as he pretended to be.
“Do you want to go for a ride or what?”
he smirked.
“So you aren’t angry with me?” McKenna questioned,
just to be certain.
“Hell yeah, I’m pissed off. It was a damn
stupid thing to do,” Trevor growled and then a small grin curled his lips. “But
now that you have plucked the apple, you might as well take a bite,” he purred
seductively.
“All right,” McKenna yelped and took a
step forward, but then came to a sudden halt. “I have to be home by four
o’clock,” she cautioned.
“What happens at four o’clock? Will your
fairy godmother turn your designer jeans into rags?” Trevor teased.
McKenna laughed nervously. “Something
like that.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll have you home safe and
sound,” Trevor said reassuringly, holding out his hand to help her climb on his
bike.
Straddled on top of the chrome machine,
she felt a little awkward at first and wasn’t sure where her hands and feet
should go. Trevor reached down and positioned her feet and then placed her
hands low against his hard-as-stone, washboard abs. McKenna felt her insides
turn to jelly and prayed he didn’t notice the slight tremble in her thighs, which
had nothing to do with being nervous about riding a motorcycle for the first
time in her life, and everything to do with him. When he started the engine,
the low, rumbling motor vibrated against her bottom. And to think, Hannah
instinct. I don’t like this.”
“Hannah,” Willow purred coaxingly. “She’s
been through so much. I just think she needs a little space. McKenna’s a good
girl. We both know she isn’t going to do anything too wild or crazy.”
“We’ll talk about this later when you get
home. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“There! Are you satisfied?” McKenna
groaned at Kenyon as she whirled around on her heels and started back towards
the building.
She waited until the parking lot was
nearly empty before venturing back outside. The last thing she wanted was
someone telling their parents that they had seen her talking to a biker in
the parking lot. The gossips were rampant around these parts, and Hannah would call
the police before the conversation got interesting.
Trevor sat tall on his bike with his arms
crossed lazily over his chest. She was a little disappointed that he had worn
sunglasses because she couldn’t see his eyes. The rest of his features remained
still and cold as stone. It was impossible to know what he was thinking, but
McKenna had never felt more alive—as if electricity poured through her veins, making
her hyperaware and sensitive to him.
“What did Jimmy tell you?” Trevor asked
flatly.
“Who’s Jimmy?”
“Jimmy is the bartender at Ray’s Place.”
McKenna looked shyly towards the ground
before answering, “He said you were a bad man.”
“And?” Trevor demanded.
“And that you ran with the Devils Kin.”
“ And ?”
“And that you were staying at your
uncle’s motorcycle shop.”
“And none of those things made you stop
and think, Maybe this isn’t someone I should look for ?” Trevor
questioned angrily.
McKenna dared to look up at him. “You said
I had to find you,” she whispered. Her initial thrill at seeing him in the
parking lot was now being coupled with a strange sensation of guilt. She never
expected this reaction from him.
“Jesus fucking Christ! You’re still in
high school,” he gritted accusatorily.
“I’m eighteen years old,” McKenna cried.
“You’re still a baby.”
“I am old enough to know what I want,”
McKenna declared.
“And stupid enough to go looking for it,”
Trevor muttered as he shook his head with disgust. “Just promise me you won’t
go back there again. It’s dangerous and a girl like you could get in all sorts
of trouble in a place like that.”
He paused long enough to pull off his
sunglasses. McKenna spotted a mischievous glimmer in his summer blue eyes and
realized he wasn’t nearly as angry as he pretended to be.
“Do you want to go for a ride or what?”
he smirked.
“So you aren’t angry with me?” McKenna questioned,
just to be certain.
“Hell yeah, I’m pissed off. It was a damn
stupid thing to do,” Trevor growled and then a small grin curled his lips. “But
now that you have plucked the apple, you might as well take a bite,” he purred
seductively.
“All right,” McKenna yelped and took a
step forward, but then came to a sudden halt. “I have to be home by four
o’clock,” she cautioned.
“What happens at four o’clock? Will your
fairy godmother turn your designer jeans into rags?” Trevor teased.
McKenna laughed nervously. “Something
like that.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll have you home safe and
sound,” Trevor said reassuringly, holding out his hand to help her climb on his
bike.
Straddled on top of the chrome machine,
she felt a little awkward at first and wasn’t sure where her hands and feet
should go. Trevor reached down and positioned her feet and then placed her
hands low against his hard-as-stone, washboard abs. McKenna felt her insides
turn to jelly and prayed he didn’t notice the slight tremble in her thighs, which
had nothing to do with being nervous about riding a motorcycle for the first
time in her life, and everything to do with him. When he started the engine,
the low, rumbling motor vibrated against her bottom. And to think, Hannah
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