Ride Hard by Amity Cross

Author:Amity Cross [Cross, Amity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amity Cross
Published: 2017-11-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Sloane

We argued for another twenty miles.

We were at each other’s throats as Chaser stopped the car at a motel.

We exchanged blistering insults as we got our stuff out of the trunk. Beautiful words were exchanged like asshat, douche canoe, bitch in heat, and stupid little princess whore. Stunning, the lot of it.

By the time we were alone and finally able to face one another head on, I was in the mood for blood. Chaser’s preferably, but if anyone got in my way, I’d cut them, too.

I stormed into the motel room and threw my bag onto the floor, my temper at boiling point. Chaser slammed the door closed behind me and paced.

“Stop that. You’ll wear a hole into the carpet,” I exclaimed, turning on him.

“You’re so fucking infuriating.”

“I’m infuriating? Look in the Goddamned mirror! You’re the one with a stick jammed up your ass.”

“You’ve got the biggest attitude problem of anyone I’ve ever met. And I’ve met some fucked up sons of bitches.”

“You bet your dumb ass I’ve got an attitude. It’s a man’s world out there, Chaser. You don’t know a thing about trying to live in it with a vagina. I’ll slit a man’s throat before I let him fuck me over.”

“Like that guy you named Pube Face? I seem to remember you going slack.”

“You didn’t just say that!”

“You shouldn’t have gone into that gas station.”

“Pfft. Like hell, I was going to stay in the car and get my brains blown out. And that night at Teasers—”

“You never do what you’re told—”

“Don’t interrupt me!”

“You run headfirst into danger, your mouth is too smart for your own good, you—”

Rage exploded inside me, and I struck. My palm connected with his cheek, the fury of the slap forcing his head to the side. My skin stung as I stared at him, rage heating my veins.

“When will you get it through your thick skull, Chaser? I may not be whatever you are, but I’m fucking capable. I’m not some wallflower who’ll wait around for a man to save her.”

He blinked, his eyes flashing. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“But I didn’t.” Images of blood burst through my mind.

“That’s not the point!” he exclaimed.

“Just admit it,” I said, fisting my hands into the front of his T-shirt.

“If I admit it…” He ground his teeth, his entire body tensing.

I knew what he was thinking. If he admitted I was right, it meant he’d dropped the ball. It meant he would’ve been responsible if I’d wound up dead back at that gas station. Chaser was obviously not used to losing.

“Get a grip.” I snarled.

We stared at each other for a long time, the tension boiling right up to the flood marker of what I could bear. My grip tightened around his T-shirt, and before I knew what was happening, Chaser fisted his fingers through my hair and kissed me. Hard.

My lips parted with a gasp, and his tongue claimed mine, twisting and diving until he’d stolen all my breath. We fell against the wall, my back colliding with plasterboard as our fevered embrace rose in temperature.

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