I sucked in breath after breath, my stomach shaking and my nerves shot.
What else you got? He’d thrown my same words from today back at me. Son of a…
I squared my shoulders and charged straight for the elevator, not looking back.
Their game had changed. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know what to do next, but I needed to think faster.
A lot faster.
Three Years Ago
“HOW’S SHE FEELING UP THERE, BROTHER?” Damon called from the back. “She can come and sit with me if she wants.”
I heard Will’s breathy laugh and felt Michael’s hand tighten on my waist as I sat on his lap.
But he didn’t respond. Michael wouldn’t. From what I’d seen, he rarely indulged Damon’s childish antics.
Kai sped ahead with his chin tipped down, shooting me casual glances. “I don’t know. She looks pretty comfortable where she is,” he told Damon.
And I just stared out the front windshield, half-rolling my eyes at both of them. I didn’t enjoy being the butt of a joke. I hadn’t asked to sit here, after all.
But I couldn’t say I was itching to rush back to my own seat, either. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, heat covered my neck, and I had no desire to ever be anywhere else. My heart pounding so hard it hurt.
Every inch of my skin begged to feel his, and I wanted to turn around and straddle him and know what he felt like between my legs.
Gripping the support handle on the side of the window, I relaxed into his chest, feeling it rise and fall behind me.
He continued texting on his phone with his left hand, acting like I wasn’t there, but the tension in his arm wrapped around my waist told me otherwise.
I spotted Kai stealing a sideway glance at me, something unreadable in his eyes.
“Have you decided what you’d like to do?”
I twisted my head back, looking at Michael. “Me? What do you mean?”
He finished his text, his eyes downcast at me and his warm breath falling on my face. “You get to pull a prank, too.”
Will came up from behind, peeking over Michael’s seat. “Think of the movie The Crow,” he pointed out. “We could rob some stores, burn down the town, murder a young couple…”
I pinched my eyebrows together, not finding that funny.
Damon spoke up from the back. “She’s a fucking lightweight. I didn’t come all the way back to town this weekend to egg cars.”
Will hooded his eyes, smirking at me. “That’s so 2010. I’m sure she can come up with something better than that.”
“I’m sure it won’t be hard,” I teased. “You haven’t exactly set a high standard.” And then I peered around at them, amusement pulling at my lips. “Is this all the Horsemen do on Devil’s Night? Because I must say, you don’t do the stories justice.”
“Ohhhh, she did not say that!” Will howled, smiling.
Michael’s sexy grin rose to the challenge. “Well, well, well, it seems Erika Fane is unimpressed, Gentlemen.
Damon remained quiet, but I saw a flicker from the back as he lit a cigarette, and Kai smiled, focusing on the road but listening.
“You didn’t like the fire?” Michael nudged, mischief in his eyes.
“It was cool.” I shrugged. “But anyone could’ve done it. What was the point?”
I remained nonchalant, enjoying taking part in a conversation even if it was just teasing. Of course, I wasn’t try to insult him.