“Swear to Christ, Sierra, you need to shut your goddamn mouth.”
“Wrath! What the hell are you doing?” Raquel bellowed, running toward him. “Put her down.”
“Bitch—”
I pinched his side and squealed. “Don’t you dare call my best friend a bitch!”
“Wrath, put her down,” Sundance growled.
“No!” Wrath snapped like a petulant child.
Scooby, Orion, Sundance, and Jekyll surrounded us, along with a few other bikers. Some I knew and a couple appeared to be new recruits.
“Out of my way,” Wrath bellowed.
“Wrath, we can talk… later,” I said. “Just put me down.”
“I’m not fuckin’ lettin’ you out of my sight again,” Wrath avowed. “You might try to write me another goddamn letter.”
“I’m here for a week, you big lug,” I lied. I wasn’t about to tell him I was there for longer. “I promise I won’t leave again without saying goodbye.”
Wrath adjusted me on his shoulder, giving my ass a hard smack.
“Honey, seriously,” I rasped. “I can’t breathe. Let me down.”
I squeezed his side again.
“Please,” I begged, and Wrath lowered me gently to the ground, but didn’t release me completely.
“You fuckin’ left,” he accused.
I nodded. “I know. I didn’t have a choice. Let’s get through today and we can talk.”
He scowled, and I laid my hand on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere for the moment. I promise, we’ll talk.”
“I’m taking you back to the cabin. Now.”
“That’s fine.”
“On my bike.”
I let out a quiet gasp. “I don’t think we’re there yet, Wrath.”
“We fuckingare, Sierra,” he growled, graspingmy hand. “Come on.”
He dragged me to his bike, shoving a helmet on my head, ignoring any further protests, or the fact I was wearing a skirt.
“Hike it up between your legs,” he instructed. “Watch those pipes.”
“Wrath,” I breathed out in frustration.
“You wearin’ panties?”
I scoffed. “Of course I’m wearing panties.”
“Then hike that skirt up, baby, and climb on.”
“This is way too much,” I grumbled.