“You been on the back of a hog before?” I ask as I take her hat off her head. She reaches for it, but I hand her my helmet. It’s big, but it’ll protect her. “You can’t wear this,” I tell her. “Need your pretty head covered.”
“You’re not going to wear yours.”
“I’m not the passenger. There are laws here about passengers. I’d wear a helmet and secure my hat too, but I don’t have a helmet for you yet.”
I tuck her hat and purse into my saddlebag before turning back to her.
“You expect me to ride with you more than once?” she purrs, fluttering her lashes and licking her lips.
I can’t stop myself. I lean down into her space and take her lips in a soft kiss. It’s like touching a live wire. Everything in my body lights up, and she gasps at the contact. I take the invitation and slide my tongue through her lips into her mouth. My tongue dominates hers as her fists clench my T-shirt under my cut. I pull away before I lay her across my bike and fuck her hard and deep.
Her skin is flushed in the parking lot lights. She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me.
“Nymph, you’ll be the only person riding on the back of my bike from now on.”
My words wash over her, and her spine straightens as she steps back. “Other women have ridden behind you?” Jealousy flashes through her golden-brown eyes.
“Only my sister’s ever ridden behind me. A couple of times, I had to let a brother ride bitch when their bike gave them shit. But that’s it. No one else rides behind me. Only you. That’s some fiery jealousy you have, and it’s hot as fuck.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry. I didn’t mean to ask.” She looks down, embarrassed. “I just… I don’t want some bitch coming after me.”
“No bitches. I don’t sleep with club bunnies. Been longer than I’d like to admit since I was with a woman.” I climb on, then hold out a hand for her.
“I’ve ridden dirt bikes but never behind anyone.” She pulls a scrunchie from her pocket and secures her hair back.
“Just follow what I do. Hold on to me.”
She takes my hand, and I can’t help but notice again how small she is compared to me. She expertly throws her leg over the seat and settles in behind me. I pull her in close, and her hands land right over my belt buckle.
“Let’s go.”
The sooner I get her to my room in the clubhouse, the sooner I’ll be able to get between her lush thighs with nothing between us. The need to claim her overrides everything in my system.
We take off down the road, heading away from town. Her hands tighten against my stomach. Her thumbs brush under the edge of my T-shirt, and my body almost locks up. I gotta have her.
Andi
Ridingbehind him on his bike gives me the same wild heartbeat I feel when I’m on a horse, running through the fields. I haven’t felt like this in over a year. I miss riding, but the fear is almost debilitating when I try to climb into the stirrups.
Raine misses me riding her, but she’ll never be able to run or perform like she used to. She injured the frog of her hoof whenshe stepped on the buckle of the saddle. The sharp metal pierced her soft tissue, and that was the cry of pain she made before I lost consciousness.
I never expected to meet someone tonight. I only came to my cousin’s restaurant because she’d been bugging me for months. I moved to Eastport in August to attend Southern Rhode Island University, where I’m studying veterinary nursing. I want to help horses and large animals. Maybe they’ll help me heal too.
My cousin, Amelia, owns the Austin Roadhouse with her husband, Striker. They’ve been harping on me to visit ever since I got here seven months ago. Lia and I have always been close. We’re more like sisters and best friends than cousins. Even though she’s fourteen years older, she took on the big sister role for me, which I needed after losing my dad at ten. We talked all the time, and I would spend time with her in Texas at our grandfather’s place. I’m more like a young aunty to her son, Jude, even though my little sister is close to him in age.
But the moment the big cowboy I’m wrapped around walked up, I was smitten. I know what I want tonight, and I hope he has the same idea. I want to lose my virginity and do things I’ve only read about in my favorite Liberty Parker books. This tall drink of whiskey, who not only gives off serious cowboy vibes but is a biker too, is going to scratch my itch tonight. Well, at least that’s the plan.
He pulls up to a large, old warehouse that’s been converted into a bar. I thought we were going to his place. I’m going to have to tell him he clearly doesn’t know everything about me if he thinks I can get in. I’m underage. I try to hide my disappointment as he holds out his hand for me to get off the back of his bike.
Riding dirt bikes is nothing like riding behind him. My body buzzes with sexual tension from having him pressed between my legs. Ever since he kissed me, my clit has been throbbing, andthe bike ride didn’t help. I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the ache.
He watches me intently before swinging off the bike. He bends over in front of me to open his saddlebag, and I can’t help staring at his ass in those jeans. He straightens and hands me my cowboy hat as I give him his helmet. Then he hands me my purse. I clutch it in front of me, wishing it could transport me away from the embarrassment about to hit.
“This is the clubhouse too,” he says. “I don’t have a place of my own. We’ll just walk through the bar and head straight for my room. You can’t walk around here freely without a cut on, and I don’t think you’re ready to wear mine. Sound good?”
“Okay,” I answer. I know what wearing a member’s cut usually means, but I don’t understand what he means by me not being ready.
I slide my hand into his. His long legs take off across the parking lot, and my nerves are starting to catch up with me. Do I really want to do this? I overthink everything in my life. I’m always making decisions my mother and grandma would approve of. Leaving Indiana was the first act of rebellion I’ve ever taken. But am I ready for this?