They’d been unorthodox friends, and now so much more seemed possible. He’d finally given up the idea that she was too good for him or that he’d somehow ruin her by affiliation.
“If we’re not friends, what are we?” she asked.
He was on his back now, one arm under his head, his big body spread out on her blanket. She wanted to touch him, to run her fingers along his ink, but she’d never been intimate with a guy so kept her hands to herself.
“Special friends?”
She frowned. “Is that another term for friends with benefits? Because there are no benefits for you.”
“Why not?” He sounded like a disappointed child.
Bell smiled. He was such a beast but with a soft heart. “Because I’m a virgin.”
He leaned up on both elbows. “No. You sure about that?”
“I think I’d know.”
“Interesting,” he said.
“Are you having second thoughts about being special friends?”
“Knock it off, Attitude. Call yourself whatever you want.You want to be my girlfriend? My old lady?”
She swallowed hard. Of course, she wanted it all, but she had to proceed with caution. She wore her heart on her sleeve and didn’t want to get it broken.
“I guess I’ll call you my boyfriend. Of course, I don’t even know your real name.”
“You know it.”
“Not your road name or whatever. My name’s Bell Castle. Don’t you have a real name?”
“Nobody knows it. Not really.”
“Can I? Promise I won’t tell anyone. I’ll put it in the crypt,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“Where secrets go to die.”
He scrubbed a hand over the new scruff coming in on his jaw. “Liam Boyle. Now, put that shit in the crypt.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a great name. I love it,” she said.
“You’re weird.”
“And that’s why you love me.” She settled down beside him, tucking herself in close to his body and resting her head on his shoulder. His strong arm came around her, his hand landing on her hip. She felt his thigh against her pussy and became instantly wet. Right now, she craved him to roll over and fuck her, even though it was just a crazy fantasy.
“Any luck on the job front?” he asked.
“Not yet, but it’ll happen. It has to, right? Until then, I can just pick up some extra shifts at the diner.”
“I’m going to come by around seven,” he said.
“How come?”
“To eat. What else? Is it against the rules to serve your boyfriend dinner?”
“You’re impossible.” She dared to run her hand up hischest toward his neck. Bell wanted him. Needed him. He was too much of a gentleman for a biker.