Ryatt rolled the throttle, the engine screamed, and we fired down the road. Ryatt tucked in close to the tank, and I tucked in tighter to him. In a second, we caught up to the Civic Type R. Ryatt toyed with the throttle, giving just enough to stay in front of the Civic, proving the car was no competition for the bike.
The next light was green. Ryatt held up two fingers to the guy, then rolled the throttle and gave me what I wanted. A fast ride. Together, we ripped through the darkened streets.
Ryatt leaned into a turn. I matched my body to his, and a rush of energy surged through me. By the time we pulled into the parking lot of Chrome, we were both breathless and high on speed and adrenaline.
I climbed from the bike and ripped my helmet off. Ryatt did the same, and then his lips were on mine. This time there was nothing gentle or hesitant. He kissed me fast and filthy. And then we both laughed.
“Next time, I’ll ride on the back of your bike.” He took my helmet and locked both his and mine to the bike.
We turned at the rumble of Harleys. Ryatt held my hand again as we crossed the parking lot.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Romeo said.
Levi, Pippa, and Hana grabbed me, and we headed toward the door. Rather than join the line waiting to enter, Hana strode up to the bouncer and gave him a hug.
“Hammer, this is McKelle. She’s with us.”
I smiled and followed the girls inside the club. The music was loud, and the dance floor was packed.
“There aren’t any empty tables,” I said.
Levi smiled. “There will be once the guys come in. We usually sit in the back corner.”
Hana and Pippa swayed to the music as we waited for the guys. Once they arrived, we worked our way to the back of the club.
Blade approached two guys sitting at the largest table in the corner. “Do you mind if we take your table?”
The biggest of the guys stood, towering over Blade by a couple inches and outweighing him by thirty pounds.
His friend launched to his feet and grabbed his friend’s shoulder. “No problem. We were heading out anyway.” They grabbed their beers and walked away.
Levi leaned over to me. “Hammer is a hang-around at the MC. Chrome is a Heller hangout.”
I guess there were some perks to the patch. I slid onto a stool and scanned the room. Cruz would stand out in his cut. He’d stand out in the room because he had that kind of magnetism. He didn’t just cut with a sharp edge of sexual arousal, but he had the kind of personality people gravitated toward. He was fun to be around. For all the times he made stupid decisions, andI hoped to god tonight wasn’t one of those, he also was a good friend.
He'd earned the patch for a reason. He stood by his friends. He just didn’t know how to be a good boyfriend.
Ryatt stood behind me. His breath was warm against my ear. I tilted my head to see his face. This man oozed so much rizz. His smile flirted, he laughed, and when I was with him, I didn’t worry if he was on the hunt for someone else.
“Drink or dance?” he asked.
“Dance.”
He kept his hand on my hip as we weaved into the crowd. Ryatt moved his hips and rolled his pelvis to the hard beat. Holy fuck. The guy had moves like a male stripper. With his hand on my hip, his body gyrated in a slow seductive tease.
I turned and pressed my ass against his groin. His hands rested on my hips as his mouth and tongue did wicked things to my neck. He gently sucked, nipped, and tasted my flesh. His fingertips floated across my bare midriff.
One song led into the next. Bodies surrounded us. The music pulsed, matching the seductive rhythm of my heart. The potent cherry syrup I’d consumed at Levi’s had my brain floating in a delicious intoxication.
Ryatt had me high on lust. I spun back around and draped my arms over his shoulders. Sweat made his skin salty as I tasted along his jaw. Then his mouth was on mine. He kissed me, the tease and touch of his tongue keeping in sync with the pounding bass of the song.
And he mentally fucked me with the shift of his hips and roll of his groin. I could almost feel him inside me. I tingled everywhere. Heat unfurled in my chest,slipped low into my abdomen, and seeped into my pussy. I was hungry for this man.
Starving.
Gluttonous.
I fucked him with my tongue, kissing him with wild lashes. He gripped my ass, forcing my pelvis hard against the steely ridge of his cock. I pressed into him because my pussy was a needy bitch and ached to feel him at the juncture between my thighs.
