Page 132 of Deceptive Games

“Until someone comes and tries to steal you,” he grumbled, parking beside the pump and climbing out. “You want something to eat or drink?”

“Red Bull.”

“On it.”

He headed inside and I took the time to check my phone, my head snapping up at the sound of motorcycles approaching.

I groaned when I recognized Hunter and Marco’s among a few others, Marco instantly flipping his visor up to get a better look at me before he nudged Hunter as they stopped at the pump opposite ours.

“Well, if it isn’t Aurora Donovan,” Hunter grinned as he pulled his helmet off, climbing off his bike and moving towards the Camaro. “We just keep bumping into each other, don’t we?”

“I’m really starting to think you’re stalking me,” I deadpanned, climbing out of the car to avoid being trappedinside if he did something weird. He was relaxed when he was alone or with Marco, but he had tension around his crew, and I could almost guarantee that they had zero idea of his little chats with me.

“If I was stalking you, you’d know about it, babe,” he chuckled, raking his fingers through his hair as he inspected me. “Then again, maybe I should? Did you get hotter since I saw you last?”

“Does that bullshit actually work on girls?”

He stepped closer, my breath catching as he rested a hand on Jensen’s roof and leaned down, his voice low and dangerous. “I don’t know. Does it? I bet if I put my hand down your pants, I’d have an answer. Should we place bets on how wet you are right now?”

I gave him a shove, amusement lining his face as I jabbed a finger against his chest.

“Don’t bring your shit here, asshole. You know someone will see you and tell the Psychos.”

“Oh, no. Whatever shall I do then?” he mocked, motioning to his bike. “It’s not like I can throw you in the trunk. Relax.”

“I’m happy to hog-tie her to the back of mine,” Marco chuckled, and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re not even going to try and drug me this time?”

“I’d rather the rope, and I bet you would too,” he smirked, his eyes flicking towards the building. “Rich boy, three o’clock.”

“Maybe I should tell your little boyfriend about our secret meet ups, hmm?” Hunter whispered, laughing as I punched him in the stomach hard. He might not have acted like it, but I’d winded him a little, I could hear it in his voice. “Rough is just how I like it, Hot Shot. You’re turning me on.”

“Stay the fuck away from me,” I hissed, just as Jensen approached.

“What the hell is going on?” Jensen demanded, moving between me and Hunter to protect me.

“Calm down, we were just talking. Right, Donovan?” Hunter murmured, dropping his gaze down my body as I stepped out from behind Jensen. “Besides, I think the little spitfire can handle herself.”

“Leave her alone,” Jensen replied, glaring at me when he tried to block Hunter’s view of me, but I moved out of the way again. “Dammit, Rory?—”

“He’s right, I can handle him. I have my knife on me,” I said cheerfully, making Marco snort.

“Watch it, bro. Take it from someone who’s been stabbed by a hellcat before, it’s not pleasant.”

“I should buy that girl a drink,” I deadpanned, a taunting smile tugging at his mouth.

“You should. Bet you two would be besties.”

“I’m calling Skeet,” Jensen said as he pulled his phone out, and Hunter rolled his eyes and took a step back.

“No need for gunfire, man. I was just asking your girl how Skeet is. He’s a hard man to track down these days.”

“Too busy buried in pussy,” Marco added, licking his lips. “Not that I blame him.”

Jensen went to press the call button, and I snatched his phone.

“Do you really want the Psychos coming down here?” I asked, frustration on his face.