Rage & Killian by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright

of weapon.
    “Dammit.” Reaching into his pocket, he yanked out his cellphone. “I need to call Parish.”
    Knowing she’d won, Lucie turned and headed forward to the door. “I’ll wait for you in the garage.”
     

Chapter 5
    Rage completed his call to Parish and then took a few minutes to regain control of his temper.
    Damn, Lucie. She was supposed to be in her beautiful home, doing whatever it was she did on her fancy computer system. She wasn’t supposed to be directly confronting their enemy and putting herself in danger.
     Unfortunately, he couldn’t deny her logic.
    They knew nothing about the person responsible for setting up the auction. Or even if they were still in Bossier City It was only reasonable to have a backup plan to make sure they could prevent the information from being spread to some unknown buyer.
    Once he’d managed to gain command of his anger, he followed the scent of primroses to the narrow flight of stairs that led to the garage. Entering the small space, his brows lifted at the sight of the Harley-Davidson Sportster motorcycle.
    It was a sleek, fast work of art.
    Just like his Lucie.
    “Why am I not surprised?” he murmured.
    Tossing him a helmet, she tugged on her own before she straddled the bike and started the engine with a throaty roar.
    “Get on,” she commanded.
    Rage put on his helmet. It wasn’t that he was afraid of an accident. Pantera could take one hell of a beating. But they didn’t have time to be stopped by the local police.
    Crossing the floor, he studied the female who was impatiently waiting to leave. “Why can’t I drive?”
    She sent him a wry glance. “You got to drive in bed.”
    Heat streaked through him at the vivid memory of her bent in front of him as he took her from behind. Instantly, he was hard.
    “True,” he murmured.
    She flipped down her visor, revving the engine. “Are you coming or not?”
    Swinging his leg over the bike, he settled in close behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
    “This gives me ideas,” he said, rubbing his erection against her lower back.
    “Stop that,” she chided, trying to pretend her arousal wasn’t scenting the air. They just had to be in the same room for desire to combust between them.
    She pressed a small device that was mounted on the front of the bike, opening the narrow door of the garage, then gunning the engine, they shot onto the narrow side street that was thankfully empty at the early hour.
    Rage gave a low chuckle. If he couldn’t keep Lucie tucked safely at home, then he was going to enjoy their time together.
    Keeping his chin planted against her shoulder, he held on tight as they headed out of New Orleans. The morning air was edged with a sharp chill as they hit the highway and headed north, but neither noticed. Instead, they silently appreciated the close press of their bodies.
    Finally, it was Lucie who broke the silence, speaking through the Bluetooth that was built into their helmets.
    “What did Parish say?”
    Rage grimaced. The leader of the Hunters hadn’t been any happier than he was at the thought of Lucie being exposed to their enemy.
    “That he would slice off my balls if you got hurt,” he admitted, his ears still ringing from the older male’s angry warnings. Then, unable to resist his primitive instincts, he asked the question that was gnawing at him. “Are you going to tell me what’s up between the two of you?”
    “Nothing’s up.” She easily weaved through the thickening traffic, clearly as at ease on the bike as she was behind her computer. Her skill was oddly erotic. “Parish is my friend.”
    He believed her. Parish was not only happily mated, but if he’d wanted this female, then nothing on this earth would have kept him from her side.
    “Why him?” he demanded.
    She snorted. “Because he’s a pushy pain in the ass who refuses to take no for an answer.”
    “That sounds like Parish,” he swiftly agreed. “What did he do?”
    “He came