Ready Or Not (The Hunter’s Club #2)

Chapter 17

17

Enemies - The Score

I cling to Riley’s body as we fly down the road. I’ve never ridden a bike before, and it’s terrifying. My whole body vibrates with the power of the engine. Riley tried to explain the leaning and counterbalancing to me, but eventually, she just told me to hold her and not to touch the “fucking gun,” or she’ll “send us both to hell.” She said that part with a smirk.

Riley guns the engine, and I’m forced to hold her tighter. My arms are wrapped around her simultaneously toned and soft stomach while trying to keep them off the pistol. We’re easily doing a hundred down the empty roads.

I’m so close to her. Pressed into her. I know she can feel every inch of my tits against her back. I try to move so she doesn’t feel them, but she just swerves, making me grab hold of her tighter. She repeatedly reaches back and squeezes my thigh, and when we slow for a turn, she yells at me to hold tighter. She doesn’t want a bump to make me fly off.

As the scrub trees whip by, for a tiny second, I feel exhilarated. We’re flying .

Touch it, my intrusive thoughts whisper. Touch the gun. It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff when your mind says to jump.

I inch my hands higher on Riley’s torso so I don’t even brush it. But that pushes my hands into her soft and plump tits, which makes a surprising jolt of heat run through me.

Touch it, touch it, touch it . The words repeat in a pretty cadence in my head.

No . I’ll run when we get to town. There will be people there to help.

I find myself grateful for the helmet ‘cause Riley’s hair is whipping back in my visor constantly. I look over to my left to try to lean out of it. Riley finally starts slowing while we’re still in the country. Slowly, I unplaster myself, and she immediately whips to the left.

I squeal, gripping onto her. When I unpeel my eyes, we’ve pulled into a driveway to a small but fancy house.

Riley stops.

“Where are we?”

Riley giggles. “No need to shout. I can hear you.”

I flush. Everything in this helmet sounds muffled.

“Get off.”

I look around in confusion. How am I supposed to get down?

Riley nudges my leg and takes off her sunglasses.

I take a tentative step down. She follows, gripping the helmet and forcing me to look at her. “You look cute all flustered.”

I try to pull away. “Fuck you.”

“Nah, stone-cold top for the ladies.” Riley reaches under my chin and undoes the strap. “Take it off.”

I do, yanking it off my head. My hair is knotted and sweaty underneath, and I suck in a breath of hot air. “Where are we?”

Riley just winks at me and starts walking up the steps. “Come.”

“Whose house is this?” I hiss, feeling like I’m the one doing something wrong.

Riley knocks on the door and shoots me a dark look. I look over my shoulder. There’s nothing but dead grass and an empty road. There’s nowhere to run, and I’d be an easy target to shoot. I move up beside her on the porch.

Riley knocks again, and the door jerks open. A man in his twenties stands there. He has a wrinkled shirt and a headset on. He blinks.

I stare at him, torn. What do I do? Do I ask for help?

“Hey! Martha?” Riley looks past him.

He just stares at us. “Ummm, no.”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Riley’s voice is concerned. “My coworker’s mom wasn’t picking up her phone, and he wanted us to check on her since he’s out of state.”

The man just looks confused. “You have the wrong address.”

Riley flashes me a flustered look. “Well, shit.” She blows out a breath, then laughs softly. “Damn, I’m sorry. I could have sworn this was the address he gave us.”

Riley glances past him again. “Oh my god, you play too?”

The man glances over his shoulder.

“I love that game!” Riley throws the man a shy smile. “I’m not very good at it. Can’t find anyone to help me.” She starts rattling on about a specific map and layout.

I stand there in utter confusion. Riley is standing there having a normal conversation as if she didn’t force me under threat to be here.

I try to plead with the man with my eyes.

“Oh no shit, this is the same map I always get stuck on!” Riley is excited now. “You think you can show me real quick before we have to go?”

The man looks hesitant, but seeing Riley bat her eyes at him, he straightens and steps back.

Anger rushes through me. He’s falling for her flirting with him? He’s not even that attractive, with his untrimmed hair and greasy face. He ought to know she’d never be interested.

Riley reaches back to grab my hand.

I yank it out of hers. “What are you doing?” I hiss.

For a second, Riley’s eyes look dangerous. Then it’s gone, and she flashes me a smile. “Grocery shopping. Now come on.” And she yanks me inside.