Free Jerk: Delinquent Rebels MC by Evelyn Glass Page B

could protest. “Don’t bother. I knew then, and I know now. I have no interest in fluffing your ego or adding a notch to your bedpost. For the sake of our parents, we can be friends. I’d rather be on good terms, but right now, I just… can’t be around you without…”
     
    April trailed off and licked her lips, her speech losing a bit of its steam as she came to the realization that her feelings were stronger than she thought. Shaking her head, she sighed and turned away.
     
    “Fuck you.” She stopped dead in her tracks, as he all but growled at her, and she whirled around, her jaw dropping. “Those are bullshit excuses and you know it. Just because I was some cocky little asshole all of, what, almost ten years ago doesn’t mean I’m still that guy. I’m sure you aren’t the same woman you were when you were eighteen either, so don’t pull that shit on me.”
     
    “Van—”
     
    “And it’s not like we’re going to suddenly be blood related just because our parents tie the knot,” he argued, closing the distance between them in a few long steps. April backed up to avoid coming into contact with him, only to find herself smacking into a thick tree trunk. “You’re full of shit right now if you expect me to believe any of that. Full of it. You’re just scared of getting hurt, and, hey, I get that. Love is a scary thing.”
     
    “No one ever said anything about love,” she spat, as thunder rumbled above them, following a bright flash of light.
     
    “Your eyes say plenty,” he sneered, bending down so that they were at the same level. She dropped her bags, enraged.
     
    “Fuck you—”
     
    He swallowed her anger with a kiss, lips slating over hers. April inhaled shakily, her hands flying up to his chest—first to push him away, then to drag him closer. There was no tentativeness in the way he kissed, only a burning desire to take precisely what he wanted: her. Her face colored with excitement, with arousal, and she no longer felt the cold rain as he pressed himself against her. Cupping his face, she parted her lips when he nipped at her lower one, sharp enough to make her moan.
     
    God did she ever want him. All of him. Right there in the woods, pressed against a damp spruce.
     
    Van hoisted her up, the soaked fabric of her dress clinging to her legs as they wrapped around his waist, and she groaned his name as he left a trail of blazing kisses down her neck. Her hand threaded through his thick dark hair, tightening around it and pulling, and he bit down on her shoulder in response. Her cunt clenched, pleasure seeping out of her core, her underwear damp but not from the rain.
     
    “No,” she whispered, pushing at his chest when he finally cupped her where she desperately wanted him to, his palm rubbing her clit through the wet material. When he didn’t stop right away, she pushed him again, and this time he stepped back, both of them panting.
     
    It had to stop. She hated herself for it, but she knew that she’d thank herself sometime down the road for putting an end to things.
     
    “April,” Van breathed, running a hand through his hair. He took a step toward her again, but she shook her head, arms wrapped around herself in a solo hug. Her lower lip trembled.
     
    “This doesn’t change anything,” she told him, hoping she sounded sure of herself. “We… can’t.”
     
    “But…” Their eyes met, and she begged, pleaded, for him to let it go. Van exhaled noisily, swallowing hard enough to make his Adam’s apple bob noticeably, and then stepped back. “Okay.”
     
    She nodded. “Okay.”
     
    “Let me at least give you a ride home.”
     
    “That’d be fine,” she told him, grabbing her grocery bags and gesturing for him to lead the way. He gave her one last hard look before turning around, and as April followed him, she pressed her lips together tight to keep him from hearing her cries, knowing that the rain would hide most of her sadness—for her