Page 118 of Doomed

“Never doubted you,” she answers, her lips finding mine.

When we break apart, I spot Jenson standing near the sidelines, arms crossed, that knowing half-smile on his face. He’s been with us since the beginning—not a Blackwood by name, but our brother in every way that matters.

“Nice racing,” he says, approaching us. “Though that last turn was pure insanity.”

“You know me—calculated risks.” I clap him on the shoulder, feeling Bianca tense slightly beside me.

Her eyes flicker between us, that pretty blush creeping up her neck. I’ve seen that look before—the recognition, the memories of the Hunt washing over her. Jenson was one of the men who had her that night in the orgy room, and the tension between them now is electric.

I lean toward Jenson, keeping my voice low. “Up for some celebration later? My girl could use a proper worship session after watching her man win.”

His eyes darken with interest as he glances at Bianca. “Always happy to help a brother celebrate.”

I turn to Bianca, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you say, princess? Think you can handle both of us tonight?”

Her face turns that gorgeous shade of pink I love, her teeth catching her bottom lip. “I—yes,” she whispers, not meeting Jenson’s eyes.

I pull Bianca closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’ve got a better idea than going back to the penthouse. Let’s find a quiet abandoned parking lot, and we’ll take you over my winning motorcycle.”

Her eyes widen, a mix of desire and shock crossing her face. “Are you serious? What if someone sees us?”

Jenson chuckles beside us, his eyes darkening with interest. “That’s the fun of it, isn’t it?”

“Exactly.” I slide my hand down to grip her ass, loving the way her breath catches. “The risk makes it better.”

Bianca’s cheeks remain that pretty, flushed shade of pink I can’t get enough of. She looks from me to Jenson, then back, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“I don’t know...” she says, but the way her pupils dilate is answer enough.

I nod toward where my brothers are celebrating with their women. “Let me tell them we’re off.”

I keep my hand on the small of Bianca’s back as we approach the others. Xavier’s arm is wrapped possessively around Mira, while Vane’s hand rests on Lia’s hip. Landon stands slightly apart, checking his phone—probably texting Sadie.

“We’re heading out,” I announce, not bothering to hide my intentions as I pull Bianca against me.

Vane smirks knowingly. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s a long fucking list of possibilities since I know there’s not much you’ve not done at least once,” I fire back, earning a laugh from the group.

Xavier just nods, his attention already returning to Mira. “See you tomorrow. Business meeting at two.”

“I’ll be there.” I guide Bianca toward my motorcycle, feeling Jenson following a few steps behind. “Jenson’s going to follow us in his car.”

Once we’re away from the crowd, I swing my leg over my Aprilia and pat the seat behind me. “Hop on, princess. I know the perfect spot.”

Bianca hesitates for just a moment before sliding on behind me, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I kick the bike to life, feeling her press closer as we pull away.

I take the back roads toward the abandoned shipping district, Jenson’s headlights steady in my mirrors. Ten minutes later, we pull into a secluded lot surrounded by empty warehouses, the broken security lights creating pools of darkness perfect for what I have in mind.

As Bianca slides off the bike, I can feel her vibrating with nervous energy. Her eyes dart between me and Jenson, who’s leaning against his car, watching us with hungry eyes.

“Don’t be nervous, princess,” I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know exactly how dirty you can be. Show Jenson that filthy mouth of yours. You’ll blow his mind.”

She bites her lip and gives me a small nod, her breath quickening as I run my hands down her sides.

“That’s my good girl. Now, be careful to keep your legs and feet away from those pipes, princess. A burn from those hurts like hell,” I instruct before spinning her around and bending her over my still-warm motorcycle. The engine ticks as it cools, but Bianca’s skin is burning hot under my touch.

I flip up her dress, revealing her ass. My hand comes down with a sharp crack against her flesh, making her gasp. Jenson groans when he spots the jeweled base of the plug nestled between her cheeks.