He chuckled, and the lightness of it slipped under my skin. “Do you make him use a condom?”
“Every time—”
He sagged with relief.
“Every time, except the last time.”
“Considering last night, it’s not like I can be pissed. When was the last time you were together?”
“A couple weeks ago, before he went to fuck Jinx.” We started walking back. “He didn’t fuck her. Cruz has made mistakes, but he wouldn’t lie to me about that. He has some warped ideas about relationships. His family is fucked up. I’ll leave him to tell you those stories.”
“I don’t plan on hanging out with him to hear his stories.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “We don’t have to be exclusive. We’re early days, but we need to have some rules.”
“Ouch.” I flinched, grabbing onto his arm. Bending down, I picked a thorn from the heel of my bare foot. I smiled up at him. “Just so you know. I’m really happy you didn’t leave.”
Ryatt shifted in front of me and stooped down. “Hop on.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and climbed onto his back.
“What happens when all three of us are together?” He held my thighs and piggybacked me toward the garage.
“Group date?”
His grumbled, “Fuck no,” vibrated into me.
Yep, too soon for teasing. “Can you try to, I don’t know, be friendly with each other?”
“If I’m prospecting for the Hellers, I don’t see that I have a choice.”
“And you’ll get the room at the MC?”
“Even if it’s not an option, I want the patch.”
I hugged him tighter and kissed his neck. “Harleys are slow as fuck.”
“I guess I’ll be riding you hard and fast instead.”
My brows furrowed. “Really? I mean, good on riding me, but would you trade your Yamaha for a Harley?”
He laughed. “I’m a SQUID, baby, even if I’m on a Harley.”
“I hate the acronym.” Stupidly quick. Underdressed. Imminently dead. “If you’re with me, you’re all the gear, all the time.”
“Ah, you sound like you care.”
“I do, so don’t tease about that.” I tightened my hold on him, keeping the blanket wrapped around my back.
“When I talk to Romeo about the room, I’m going to talk to him about getting a second bike. I wouldn’t give up my R1. I liked spending time with you and your dad at the track.”
We reached the garage. I slid down his back until my toes touched the ground. Ryatt took my hand. “I have one more question.”
“Okay.”
“Is your boyfriend gay, or I guess he’d be bi since he’s clearly into you?”
I buried my face in his chest to stifle my laugh.
“Forget I asked.”
