Life After Taylah
Page 86

“You’re such an asshole.”
He smirks as I pull the helmet down over my head. I throw my leg over the bike and avoid putting my arms around his waste. With a growl, he reaches back and takes my hands, jerking them forward and holding them around his waist.
“Let me go and I’ll put you over my knee, Skye.”
His voice is hard and dominating. I swallow, feeling my cheeks heat. His hands leave mine and he takes off, sending dirt and rocks skidding into the air as we tear out of the compound.
It takes us about twenty minutes to get into town, and Danny arrives just in time. I jump off his bike when he pulls over, and jerk my helmet off. I see a group of girls from my gymnastics class watching him. I roll my eyes and hand him the helmet, before turning and rushing towards the door.
“A thank you would be nice, Tiny!”
I stop and look at him over my shoulder. “Thank you.”
He grins, winks at me, and then turns and speeds off down the road. Taking a deep breath, I turn back only to face the group of girls from my class.
“You with him?” Summer, the oldest of the group and without a doubt the snottiest asks me, throwing her hands onto her hips and flicking her raven black hair off her shoulders.
“No,” I mutter, shoving past her.
“Good,” she says. “Because Danny is mine. I don’t know if he told you that or not, but we’ve been fucking for months now.”
My cheeks heat and my heart clenches as I continue through the doors. The moment I get inside, Summer takes my hand and spins me around. “Did you hear me, Skye?”
She’s glaring at me. I jerk my arm out of hers. “Don’t touch me again, Summer. And yes, I heard you. Danny is all yours. Well,” I say, crossing my arms. “Not technically yours considering he fucks everything that moves.”
Her face drops and her eyes widen.
“Oh,” I gaps, putting my hand over my mouth. “Didn’t you know? Oh no. I’m so sorry.”
At her grim, horrified expression, I toss her a grin and turn, walking off.
That’ll teach her for being such a bitch. What I said isn’t entirely true, Danny does have his fair share of women, but he’s mostly going back to just a few. I know Summer is one of them. I don’t like that, not one bit, but I’ll never admit that to him.
No, because that would mean admitting I don’t hate Danny – and that’s never going to happen. He’d like that too much.
~*~*~*~
“Hey Max,” I smile, stepping forward and hugging him.
He pulls me in tight and then steps back, grinning down at me. Max is handsome in your not-so-typical kind of way. He’s got dark red hair just like Uncle Muff’s, only his has little stray bits of brown flickering through it. His eyes are green and his skin is not white, but not quite olive. It’s like the perfect in between. He’s a tall man with a great amount of muscle. He works out a lot.
“Hey Tiny,” he finally says, wrapping an arm around me and turning me towards his bike. “Danny couldn’t come back and get you, so here I am.”
I snort. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
“Oh look,” I hear Summer’s voice come from behind me. “She’s got another one. Better be careful, Skye – you’ll get a name for yourself. Oh wait...you already have one, Biker whore.”
My skin prickles and I clench my jaw. Max lets me go and turns, glaring at Summer.
“Did someone ask for your fuckin’ opinion?”
She flicks her hair over her shoulder and glares at him. “I’m sorry, who involved you, carrot top?”
Seriously? Is she fucking serious.
I drop my pack and turn, charging towards her. She can insult me all she wants, but she won’t be insulting my friends. I reach her and my fist goes flying out, connecting with her jaw in one, hard hit that has her head swinging to the side and a scream ripping from her throat. She falls to the ground, cupping her jaw.
“Don’t you ever insult my friends again,” I spit at her, turning and walking back to Max who has his brows raises in shock.
“Jesus, Tiny, where did you learn to punch like that?”
I grin and get onto the back of his bike.
“I’m a biker whore, remember?”
He laughs and jumps on in front of me.
“I always knew we taught you well.”
THE END