“Are you crazy?” I asked him incredulously.
“Relax, Kitten. I wasn’t going to tell him I had my fingers inside your pussy. I’ll leave that until Christmas,” he said, with a shake of his head, mocking me—like I was the crazy one. He threw me a pair of sweats. “Here, throw them on and I’ll give you a ride,” he offered.
“I can’t believe this,” I said out loud. I went from being the good girl no one knew was in a room to a girl doing the walk of shame in hooker heels dressed in a biker’s clothes. “And I didn’t even get the happy ending.”
Did I just say that out loud?
“I offered!” He defended.
I pulled his pants on and slid my feet into my ridiculous heels, vowing never to speak again. Once I was fully dressed we walked out of his room and down the stairs into the main room. Riggs disappeared into one of the rooms, promising to return with coffee and I started for the door, hoping to go unnoticed.
A young guy, probably around Riggs’ age stared at me as I tried to make myself scarce.
“What’s your rush, sweetheart?”
Shit.
“Sneaking out on Riggsy? I don’t blame you,” the cute biker said.
“Piss off Bones,” Riggs called, walking into the room with a Styrofoam cup. Bless his heart.
Bones stepped closer to me, smiling lazily as his gaze worked over me.
“What’s a gorgeous girl like you, doing with a guy like Riggs?”
“Bones,” Riggs clipped.
“Why don’t you ditch the zero baby and take a chance on the hero?”
Was there a handbook of cheesy pickup lines this MC abided by? That was just as bad as the library one Riggs delivered me last night. Oh, look, it’s all coming back to me. Progress!
“She’s already got the hero, don’t you, Kitten?”
“Kitten?” Bones asked amused.
“That’s me!” I said, waving my hand before I pointed my thumb toward Riggs. “And that’s Tiger.”
“Tiger? Oh, man, this is great.”
“Lauren, walk!” Riggs ordered through clenched teeth, while pressing his palm against my lower back, forcing me out the door.
“Calm down, Tiger,” Bones teased. “You never minded sharing before.”
I stopped in my tracks and turned around.
“You two share women?” I asked, disgusted.
“Ignore him,” Riggs commanded. “He knows dick about what he’s talking about,” he added.
“I’ll flip you for her,” Bones called out, as Riggs slammed the door behind him. He took my hand, mumbled some curse I couldn’t make out and pulled me toward his bike.
“Contrary to what you may think, I’m not a slut,” I blurted, snatching my hand back. “I wouldn’t jump from you to him, willingly or otherwise,” I said defensively.
I realize I was the epitome of an oxymoron, defending my lady-like capabilities while wearing five-inch heels and men’s clothing. This had to be the most horrendous walk of shame in history, but then again, I always was an overachiever. My mother would be so proud. Not.
“Lauren, I’m only going to say this once, okay? So pay attention. You’re the girl you take home to mom, not the girl you pass off to your friends. You’re the type of girl that comes around and makes you grow a fucking conscience,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You want me to meet your mother?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Fuck no, and I don’t ever want to see yours again,” he replied, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Now get on the bike so I can take you home. The good guy act is threatening to expire,” he added.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Riggs wasn’t a bad guy, he was just crazy. Absolutely bizarre.
Everyone needed a little crazy in their lives, right?
She made me drop her off around the corner from her brother’s house in case Bianci showed up. Ridiculous.
What was even more ridiculous was that I didn’t want her to leave.
That was fucking ridiculous.
I didn’t know when she’d be back for a visit, and with her car out of commission it probably wasn’t anytime soon. Bianci still hadn’t towed the damn thing to Xonerated. So, this was it, the end of Kitten and Tiger as we knew it.
All I had to hang on to was the memory of my fingers inside her. I shouldn’t have been such a dick—at least then, I’d know what she looked like when she came.
I killed the engine of the bike as she climbed off and removed the helmet.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said, extending the helmet to me.
“Anytime,” I said before clearing my throat.
“I need to get going or I’ll miss the bus. I won’t tell anyone where I was,” she rambled.
“I don’t care if you do,” I replied with a shrug.
Nothing happened.
“So, this is goodbye? I suck at goodbyes,” she admitted. “I mean, it’s pretty stupid isn’t it? It’s just a word. One word.” She exhaled quietly. “Should I say see you soon? When I know I won’t. There’s always Christmas?”