Page 24 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“I think I love you.”

Her voice echoes through my head as I try to sleep next to her, her body coiled up against mine.

With every movement and every breath my chest aches. Touching it, even her hair brushing against it makes it scream in agony, and it’s perfect because it’s from her, my Phoenix, my baby, my...

Love?

“No. I don’t love.”

You don’t, or you won’t

“Huh?”

I say quietly, not wanting to wake her with my one-sided conversation.

You heard me. Do you know how to love? Or is that something your psychopathic little heart refuses to understand?

“I don’t know.”

Maybe you should figure that out before she says it again.

“Yeah. I guess.”

I sigh, rolling over a little, spooning her, pulling her back against my front and wincing at the pain of my burns.

“Now let me sleep.”

Goodnight kitten.

“Fuck you.”

“Is anything you do normal?”

Phoenix asks as she stumbles into her kitchen, her body still naked, and her hair tanged like Medusa’s snakes.

“What?”

I ask as I shove a cold slice of pizza from her fridge into my mouth, taking massive bites to curb the hunger that last night worked up.

“That’s breakfast?”

“Fuck yeah. Breakfast of champions if you ask me.”

I chuckle, making a small piece of cheese land on my lip.

“At the station, leftover pizza is a hot commodity.”

“Ugh, men.”

She scoffs and passes by me as I stand in front of the fridge with the crust hanging out of my mouth like a cigar. “Coffee?”

“Nope.”

I laugh, grabbing an open beer off the counter and rattling the can so she can see it, making her roll her eyes in a humorous disgust.

“Ewww.”

“Yummy.”

It’s domestic bliss joking around with her while she brews herself a single cup of coffee from the machine on the counter and I scarf down my second piece of pepperoni and cheese. She moves around me with a fluid grace, doing her morning routine of coffee, breakfast at the dining table, and reading the local news on her phone, then goes in for a shower.

“Wanna join me?”

She asks before she closes the bathroom door.

“Nah. You do you. I’ve gotta get to the firehouse. I’ve been gone for over 24 hours and they’re gonna send out a search party soon.”

I laugh, walking through her apartment, gathering my clothes and stuff before grabbing my shoes off her living room floor.

The bathroom door pops back open, and she leans her head out.

“Okay. But can I come with you? I’ve never been in a fire station before.

“Hurry up then.”

I tell her, shooing her back in with a wave of my hands.

It’s not long before she comes out, her body wrapped in a fluffy white towel and a puff of steam following out behind her. She smells fucking amazing and it takes everything in me not to grab her and devour her as she waltzes past me on the couch towards her bedroom to get dressed.

I sit there in her living room like a young boy waiting for a first date. I’m full of nerves, and my leg bounces up and down, my knee occasionally hitting the edge of the coffee table, but I don’t even feel it. When I’m about to lose my mind, she finally comes out, dressed in the prettiest little yellow sundress and sandals, looking fresh and beautiful, making my heart leap in my chest.

The brothers are gonna eat her up.

“Yeah I know.”

I say as she comes up to me, raising her one foot and kissing me on the cheek.

Her lips are soft, and she smells like a newly cut bouquet of flowers. Her hair is pinned back from her face, and she looks so very fuckable. She’s like something fresh and virginal all over again, and I want to defile her for a second time. Over my bike in that little dress would be perfect.

“Ready?”

“Let’s go.”

You can bend her over the bike later. Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“What?”

She asks, taking my hand in hers and leading me to the front door.

“Nothing.”

The morning is warm with a gentle breeze, and the air smells more like the flowers on the trees and in her planters than it does like the filthy city. Maybe it’s just my outlook, I don’t know, but things just seem brighter and cleaner.

My chest aches as I lead her across the street to the bike, and hand her my helmet that surprisingly still hangs on the handle bars. In a city like this it should have been stolen within minutes of me walking away from it.

I strap it under her chin, then grab the front of it, staring in her eyes with a burning hunger that can only be fed by her, and the sight of her in my helmet, in that sexy as sin sundress about to straddle my bike has me rock hard and already second guessing taking to a place full of horny, buff, first responders.

“You’re mine. Remember that.”

I say, gently shaking her head.

“Yours.”

She purrs, then climbs on the bike not waiting for me to get on first, showing me that she’s already comfortable with it after just that one ride from the night we did what we did.

“Fuck right you are.”

The bike comes to life, roaring out its battle cry as I twist the throttle and kick us into gear. We take off down the street, and she grabs ahold of my waist, her front leaning lightly on my back, her head near mine, her fingers flexing on my stomach, and it’s the best feeling on earth, well, except when I’m buried balls deep in her.

Wouldn’t it be funny if you dumped the bike right now. All that pretty skin of hers would be gone.

“Seriously, shut the fuck up.”

I growl at him and the fact he’s already back and as annoying as ever.

The blood and flesh stuck to the pavement, ahhh, it would be so beautiful. Don’t you think?

I know she can feel the argument inside me, and her arms tighten around me hard enough that I can feel the thundering of her heart against my back. I shift up, and we go faster, weaving through the traffic, and I ride as fast as I can, trying to escape the voice inside of me that’s telling me to do things I never would have thought of myself. But then again, if he is me, then aren’t they really my thoughts?

“A self-aware schizophrenic, how novel.”

I laugh to myself, thinking of how fucked up I really am.

“For fuck’s sake.”

We go faster, heading north, darting down alleyways and side streets to avoid the majority of the standing traffic, and she holds on, her hands touching me, almost soothing me as we ride. I can feel her wiping him away with her touch, and by the time we get to the station, he's quiet again, and all I can hear is the panting of her excited breath mixed with the sound of the exhaust of my number one girl.

The garage doors are open, like they always are during the daylight hours, and I roll us inside slowly, making sure not to bump up too hard on the little strip of concrete that separates the driveway and the interior floor. I don’t need my balls knocked into my guts, nor her helmeted head to crack into the back of mine. I’m already itching and burning under my clothes from the fresh brand on my chest that is a constant reminder of her own pyromania from last night.

See, she’s as fucked as you. She’d probably like to lose some flesh on the ground. You should have done it.

“And you’re back again.”

I mumble, rolling my eyes as I park the bike next to the far-side wall, where I usually keep her so she’s out of the way.

The station house is busy, and my brothers are toiling around, washing trucks, fixing things, and bantering like a bunch of rowdy boys.

“Hey look what the cat dragged in.”

Marcus says, rolling up a hose in his hands and hanging it on the side of the ladder truck.

“And holy shit, he’s got company with him.”

I feel her tense up against my back, holding onto me tightly, not allowing me to step off the bike.

“It’s okay. They’re just pigs. But you’re good.”

I reassure her, peeling her hands off of me, wincing when she grabs my chest instead of my waist, trying to keep me in front of her.

“She’s a pretty thing too. Way too cute for your weird ass.”

He laughs, standing there, staring like a creep as I pull her off me and dismount the bike, bringing her with me and tucking her behind me protectively, even though I know my brothers wouldn’t really do anything to her. But still, she’s mine, and they need to know that.

“My pretty thing.”

I growl as I take the helmet off her, and fluff her inky black hair into place, kissing her as I do, showing the guys that she really is mine.

“Mmmm, I like possessive you.”

She murmurs against my lips, and I can feel her smile.

“I’m very possessive, baby.”

I say, hanging the helmet on the bike and taking her hands in mine.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.”

She stays by my side, her hand in mine as I walk her through the garage, showing her all the trucks, explaining what each one is for. Her fingers drag down the side of the tanker, feeling the smoothness of it, just like how I caress semis on the highway.

We go through the downstairs, and I show her the lounge and the office, which are empty for once. Then we head upstairs and into the bunk rooms.

“This is mine.”

I say, lifting the curtain back and showing her my small sleeping space.

“This is how you live?”

She asks, peering into the cubby and seeing my mattress and the tiny dresser that holds my limited amount of clothes.

“Yeah. I don’t need much. It’s a comfortable bed.”

I chuckle, flopping down on it and pulling her with me.

She yelps as I wrap my arms and legs around her, holding her tightly to me on the twin size mattress. Her hands come to my chest, and I wince, the pain shooting up and across my shoulders and down both my arms.

“Oh, are you okay?”

She asks, seeing my obvious discomfort.

“Absolutely.”

It’s a lie, but I’m not telling her how much the fresh brand burns like a motherfucker. I want her happy with it, not regretting it, because I sure as shit don’t regret it.

She settles on top of me, her legs tangling with mine, her black eyes peering down at me with adoration, melting me even more for her.

“I meant it.”

“I know.”

I sigh, knowing exactly what she’s talking about, but unable to say the words back. I don’t even know how to.

“Grab your stuff, you’re moving in with me.”

“What? No Phoenix.”

“Yes Zephyr.”

It’s all so new. We’ve only been together a few times, and there’s still that voice in my head that tells me she could just be getting close to me so she can turn me in. Is it really me thinking this and not him ? I don’t know, but it’s all just so fast and new and…shit.

“I don’t know, baby.”

“Listen, it’s comfortable, I’m not even home much because of school and work. You’ll have the place to yourself a lot and when I am home…”

She pauses and waggles her brows at me seductively.

“You know.”

“I don’t…”

I start to say again, and she cuts me off with her finger to my lips and a quiet shushing.

“Just say yes.”

“Maybe.”

Rolling her eyes, she slaps my chest with both of her hands, making me grimace.

“Just say yes.”

“Maybe.”

Slapping my chest again she elicits a yelp from me, and an involuntary grabbing of her wrists, holding them together tightly. I furrow my brows at her and give her a very serious warning with my eyes.

Thrusting herself forward, she brings her hands down on me again, surprising me at her strength to move my arms with hers. It fucking hurts when she connects with my sternum, making my shirt stick to the now weeping burn.

“Say yes Zeph.”

“So you’re gonna hurt me until I say yes?”

“Absolutely.”

She giggles.

“Just see what happens though when you agree.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope.”

She laughs, waggling her eyebrows at me and licking her lips.

“I promise, you’ll love it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

“Soooo.”

“Fine.”

I grumble at her, but throw her a sneaky wink.

“That’s not yes.”

She growls, trying to hit me again, this time she misses and I deflect her hands to the mattress beside my head, pulling her face to mine.

“Yes.”

I whisper, then grab her face and kiss her like a madman.