Free Bad Apple (The Uncertain Saints MC #4) by Lani Lynn Vale

to form air quotes. “It’s not even funny. What’s the guy look like that you saw coming in?”
    I watched the group continue the conversation, move on to others, and laugh occasionally for another forty-five minutes, at least, before I got uncomfortable.
    Ridley was talking to Mig and Casten periodically about their office and a case they were working on, meaning they weren’t paying that much attention to me and Apple.
    Something I was grateful for, moments later, when I turned and repositioned myself.
    I also exposed myself at the same time.
    Luckily, the towel hid most of the flash from everyone but Apple.
    The one who I thought wasn’t paying any attention to me, seeing as he hadn’t said a thing to me in nearly half an hour.
    He was speaking to Griffin about goats, for some reason, but the moment my breast became revealed under my towel, he shifted the towel up so it covered me head to toe.
    I would’ve said he hadn’t even realized he’d done it, but his cock started to harden underneath me, telling me he most definitely did catch the slip.
    I moved experimentally, shifting my ass on his lap and closing my eyes as I did.
    If I accidentally made eye contact with anyone at the table, I might blush and reveal that I was having naughty thoughts.
    I reached my hand down, letting it trail along his chest and abs, stopping when I reached the buckle of his belt.
    He’d lost the gun that’d been there all during the trip sometime in between us changing and coming down here.
    Meaning, I was thankful because it gave me access to his belt buckle once I managed to move the towel out from under our two bodies, bunching it up to the side so I could make it happen.
    He didn’t show any outward signs that he liked what I was doing, but boy was his cock hard.
    So hard that I was scared to unzip his jeans for fear that I’d catch his cock on the zipper.
    Just when I finally found the courage to unzip the zipper, he abruptly stood.
    “Let’s go get you into your hotel room and changed,” he said. “I have some things I need to talk about tonight, and I want to make sure you’re settled.”
    The abruptness of the whole scene had me standing and grasping at the towel that was still in Apple’s grasp.
    He held onto it, though, meaning I either let go or play tug o’ war with him.
    Needless to say, I knew when I was beat.
    I didn’t fight for something that I knew I wouldn’t win, and that towel wasn’t one of them.
    So I let it go and started shuffling to my room.
    But he didn’t follow me up to my room.
    He stopped me about halfway up the steps, grabbed a hold of my hand, and pulled me to a stop just inside of the stairwell.
    “Stop,” he said softly.
    I stopped and turned to find him at the bottom step, me four steps above him.
    “You’re not coming?” I asked.
    He shook his head.
    “No,” he said.
    “Why not?” I asked.
    He ran his hands through his hair and looked down at his feet.
    “I have to tell the guys something, and I’ll come back to the room and talk to you about it once I’m done. I thought about it the whole way over here, and I just have to get it off my chest before we take this even further,” he said softly, looking up at me with sadness in his eyes.
    I nodded mutely.
    “Y ou remember the room number?” H e hoped.
    I nodded again.
    “Good,” he uttered. “I may be a little later, but if I’m not there by nine, come get me.”
    “Where will y’all be?” I asked.
    He pointed down the stairs.
    “There’s a bar in the lobby that you missed since you came in through the back door,” he informed me.
    “Okay,” I breathed, shivering slightly.
    He grinned.
    “Get up to the room,” he ordered.
    I nodded again.
    When neither one of us moved, he started up the steps until his face was even with mine.
    “I think you need to go,” he said. “Or I’ll have to take you right in this stairwell.”
    I shivered again.
    “They have cameras,” I pointed to the cameras that were in the