Last Chance

2. Luke

2

LUKE

The second I placed my hand on Lara’s thigh, she squeezed her legs against my body. I’d often wondered what it’d be like to get her in my bed, to ride her like I do my bikes—hard, and full throttle. Her stubbornness was what I liked most. She could push me away all she wanted, but I was determined to wear her down.

Revving the engine, I sped through the last corner on the way to my house, and laughed when her arms tightened around my waist. When we pulled into my driveway, I could hear her growl above the motor. I parked my bike and helped her off, her eyes staring at me with such contempt. I was half tempted to kiss her to piss her off even more.

“Did you like that?” I asked, grinning wide.

She tried to take off the helmet and couldn’t unfasten the straps. Her face turned red. Chuckling, I helped her take it off and she scoffed. “What the hell are we doing here? I thought you were going to help me get gas.” Her blonde hair was wet with sweat, and I could smell her perfume as the wind carried it over, reminding me of apples and honey. If I licked her skin, I wondered if it’d taste just like that. One of these days, I was going to find out.

After strapping the helmet to the back of the bike, I nodded toward the house. “And that’s what I’m doing. Come inside. I’ll get you something to drink while I get it.”

“That’s not necessary,” she blurted.

I started for the door and she reluctantly followed, pursing her lips the entire time. All I wanted to do was bite them, to taste that mouth of hers. Why was it that we always wanted the ones we couldn’t have? It was probably the chase.

Opening the door, I ushered her inside. “You have somewhere else to be?”

She rolled her eyes. “As a matter of fact, I might. It is Friday.”

“Ah, so you have a date. Who is he?”

She sat down at the kitchen bar and smiled. “You don’t know him.”

The thought made my stomach clench. I didn’t want to imagine another guy f*****g her when it should be me. “I don’t, huh?”

“Nope. All I can say is, he’s not a dirtbag like you,” she stated, grinning smugly.

“Ouch. I didn’t realize you hated me so much, even after I just saved you. Where’s all this hostility coming from? We used to be friends.” I didn’t realize she hated me as much as she did. That was about to change.

She smiled, but there was no humor in it. “No hostility, just stating facts. I appreciate you helping me today though. And if you don’t mind, I really need to be heading back.”

Breaking that ice cold shell of hers was going to be tough. “All right, let me get the gas can.” I started for the door, but then my phone rang. It was right in front of Lara so she slid it to me; it was Chance Harris, a fellow motocross racer, and a good friend. “Give me one second, and then I’ll take you back.”

Lara nodded and pulled out her phone, busying herself.

“Dude, what’s up?” I said into the phone.

“Nothing much, man. Thought I’d let you know I’m having a party tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow, huh? I think I can manage that.” Lara glanced up at me and I winked, making her huff and roll her eyes. I loved that I could get under her skin. “Is it all right if I bring someone?”

“f**k yeah. The more the merrier. Who ya bringing this time?”

There was a list of girls I could bring, ones who would suck my d**k in a heartbeat if I let them, but that wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t fun if there wasn’t a challenge. “Don’t worry, I got someone in mind. We’ll see ya there.”

“Sounds good, bro.” We hung up and I set my phone down, waiting for Lara to look up at me. When she did, I smiled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

I watched her bite her lip and my d**k twitched. “Want to go to a party tomorrow night?”

She snorted. “You’re joking, right?”

“Why would I be joking?”

She shoved her phone into her purse. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe because I’m not your type. Once you moved on from Kate, your standards went lower than your IQ. I don’t want people to think I’m one of your conquests.”

“I didn’t think you were the type to care what people thought.”

She shrugged. “I don’t, but I still have a reputation to protect. Unlike you, I’m an owner of a well-established restaurant. You can f**k twelve donkeys in a night and still be on top of the motocross world. I can’t do that.”

I burst out laughing. I didn’t consider the girls I’d slept with to be donkeys, but it confirmed what I’d wanted to know for a long time. Lara was jealous; I could see it in her eyes. “Twelve donkeys? Where do you come up with this s**t?”

She huffed. “Don’t know. It just comes out when you’re around.”

“I think I kind of like it,” I said, leaning against the counter. “I tell you what, come with me tomorrow and I’ll consider it payment for saving you today. If not, you’ll have to eat dinner with me at the tavern.”

Narrowing her gaze, she studied me. “No, to both. Can we go now?”

Grabbing the keys to my truck, I pointed to the door. “The gas is in my garage. I’d hate for you to miss your hot date tonight.”

She lifted her chin and stood. “That’s right. I don’t want to be late.” She walked out the door, but not before something fell out of her purse.

Laughing to myself, I picked it up and threw it on my counter. I’d give her this round, but I wasn’t giving up.