Blaine grabs Madison by the hand and starts pulling her away from the car. “I’ll take care of your car. Let’s go.” He hands her his helmet and watches her put it on, while pushing down on the crotch of his jeans. “Dayum, girl. Want to ride on the front of my bike?”

It almost looks as if Madison is considering at first, but then she walks around to the back of his bike, sporting a huge grin, and hops on.

“You coming or what,” Royal asks, making me pull my eyes away from Blaine and Madison.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.”

Royal stands up, while holding his bike up, to put my helmet on. Then he sits back down and grips the handle as I climb on behind him.

Wrapping my arms around him, I notice how my heart goes crazy in my chest. I’ve been on the back of his bike three times now, and being this close to him still makes me nervous.

We ride for about ten minutes before we pull up in front of a little white house. Royal kills the engine and helps me climb off his bike.

“Who lives here?” I keep my eyes on the house, looking for any lights that might be on, while handing my helmet to Royal. “It looks like no one is home.”

“They aren’t,” he says without hesitation. “Come on.”

Royal grabs my hand and pulls me behind him when I don’t make an effort to move. I almost think he’s going to break into this person’s house until I see him pull out a set of keys.

Relief washes over me as I watch him unlock the door and flip on the lights, not trying to hide the fact that we’re here.

With my hand still in Royal’s, I follow him through the small living room and into the even smaller kitchen.

I stand back and watch as Royal opens the cabinet and pulls out a stack of plates. Popping his neck, he lets out a breath and then throws one across the room, breaking it against the wall.

I jump and cover my mouth in surprise. “What the hell are you doing?”

He flexes his jaw, looks at me, and then throws another one at the wall, breaking it. “Blowing off steam.”

“By breaking someone else’s shit?” I instinctively jump when another one breaks against the wall.

“Blaine’s shit,” he corrects me. “He breaks my window . . . I get to come to his house and break some of his shit. That’s how it works with us.”

Backing me against the counter, he grabs me by the hips and picks me up, setting me down with a smirk. “You need to blow off some steam, and since I can’t fuck it out of you . . .” He hands me a plate. “Here.”

I swallow hard from his words and look down at the plate in my hands. Is it possible to choke on air . . . because I think he just made that happen? I swallow again. “I’m not going to break Blaine’s dishes. I don’t feel right. I hardly even know him.”

“The fucker just cost me close to two grand from throwing some dick’s head through my bar window.” He runs a hand through my hair and tugs it. “Break it.”

He’s got a point. These dishes will cost him less than a hundred bucks to replace. Blaine does sort of deserve it. He could’ve slammed that guy’s head into the wall or took him outside or something.

“Fine.” Holding the plate like a Frisbee, I toss it across the room, slightly jumping when it crashes into the wall.

I find myself smiling after a few seconds. “Hand me another one,” I say excitedly. “This does feel nice.”

Smiling, he hands me a stack of smaller plates and chills against the fridge, crossing his arms across his chest to watch me. “Damn,” he says as I toss another one. “Watching you break Blaine’s shit is making my cock hard. Keep going.”

I look over at him and can’t help but to smile when he does. He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s extremely contagious. “Stop watching me like that,” I say with a small laugh.

I toss another one and watch as he opens the window next to him and lights a cigarette. My chest quickly rises and falls at the way his lips look as he slowly blows out the smoke.

I’ve never found smoking to be attractive, but watching Royal and the way he moves his mouth is oddly making me hot for him.

Pulling my eyes away, I clear my throat and toss the last plate. This is the weirdest activity I have ever done with anyone, but oddly freeing. “That’s it. That’s the last one.”

Taking one last long drag, Royal puts his cigarette out in Blaine’s sink and starts walking over to me. “Good girl.” Grabbing me by the hips, he sets me back down to the ground and grabs my chin, pulling it up to look at him. “Feel better?”

I nod my head. “Surprisingly I do.” I almost feel like breaking more shit. I’ve never done anything like this before.

“Good.” He sucks in a deep breath. “At least one of us does.”

“Ah fuuuck!”

I look away from Royal, who is smiling, and over to Blaine who is now standing in the doorway.

“I should have hidden the fucking dishes.”

Royal grins and tosses a shot glass at Blaine. Blaine attempts to catch it but misses, with it landing and breaking at his boot. “Or just learn to buy paper plates, asshole.”

Blaine scrunches his forehead and reaches for a cigarette. “Fuck that. Then you’ll find other shit in my house to break.”

“Where’s Madison,” I ask, when I realize that she’s not in the house with us. “Is her car already fixed?”

Blaine pulls the cigarette from his lips and nods his head. “Yeah, I’m fast as shit with cars. Been working on them since I was ten.”

“Good,” I say softly. “Thanks for helping her. She’s been putting it off forever.”

He nods his head. “Sure thing.” He lifts a brow at me. “Thanks for helping this dick head break my shit.”

“Sure thing,” I reply back, fighting to keep my cool and not show my nerves.

Blaine and Royal both smile at my response.

“Have fun cleaning this shit up.” Royal grabs my hand and pulls me close to his side. “I’m dropping her off and then heading to the bar to take care of some shit.”

“Fuck . . . okay.” Blaine runs a hand through his hair while checking out the mess in his kitchen. “See your ass tomorrow.” He turns to me. “Later, babe.”

I smile when he winks and blows out smoke. “Later, Blaine.”

We pull up outside of my house and I quickly hop off this time, handing him his helmet. “Thanks for the ride. Later.”

I attempt to walk away, but Royal grabs my arm, stopping me. He pulls me back, turning me around to face him.

He looks at me for a few seconds, as if he’s not sure he should say anything, before finally speaking. “Come by my place on Friday night. We need to celebrate you handing Colton his ass by adding another tattoo to that beautiful body.”

I pull my arm out of his reach and smile, while backing away. I almost can’t stand to listen to him talk, because everything he says has a crazy effect on my body. He does something to me that I’m not familiar with. “Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

Without saying a word, he growls when I turn to walk away.

By the time I reach the porch and turn back around, he’s pulling away, speeding off on his bike.

I find myself smiling as I let myself inside and close the door behind me.

There’s no way in hell that he came to the salon tonight just for a damn haircut. Guys like that don’t need a fancy hairstylist to cut their hair. They do it themselves in their bathrooms, kitchens, or at a friend’s house.

That somehow leaves me happy, knowing that he most likely came just to see me. Colton has never shown up at the salon to get an unneeded haircut. In fact, the day I met him was the only time he set foot in there.

Royal may be a little rough around the edges, but there’s something hiding deep inside, wanting to come out; possibly a bigger heart than his brother’s got.

The question is, should I hang around to find out?