“Respectable. I suppose I can ride bitch to a Marine,” I said, accepting the spare helmet as I threw my leg over the saddle. Once my borrowed helmet was on, I adjusted myself against him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and waited as he fixed his helmet and kicked his sled to life.
There’s nothing in the world like the vibration of a powerful bike, especially when you’re already turned on and pressed against a wall of muscle. The hog thrummed beneath me and set all my lady parts to tingling. Eagle’s abs tightened beneath my hands as he leaned with the bike and pulled into traffic. Splaying my fingers across his stomach, I breathed in the leather scent of his cut and wondered again what Monica would do in this situation.
Did I make the first move? Should I reach my hand down the front of his pants when he stopped for a light? No, that’d be too forward, right? I had no idea, but as we hopped on the freeway and drove toward the fire station, I did know one thing.
I had every intention of getting this sexy, bossy Marine into my bed.
Challenge accepted, Monie-Love. My freak flag’s about to fly.
Eagle
I’D HEARD RUMORS about Link’s gorgeous and completely off-limits sister, but none of them did the woman justice. She was tall, about five-ten, and muscular but curvy. Wearing distressed black jeans, boots, and a tight Harley-emblemed tank top, her long blonde hair was straight and her makeup light. With a tasteful sleeve of tattoos down her left arm, she looked like a goddamn biker’s wet dream come to life. People watched as she walked by, but she didn’t pay them any attention. She homed in on me and approached without an ounce of hesitation.
This was a woman who got shit done. It was obvious she was used to being listened to and respected. I’d heard she was in the Air Force, and could tell she was an officer. Regardless of her rank, when she put her hand on her hip and tried to tell me she wouldn’t be riding bitch, it took all of my restraint not to hop off my bike, throw her over my shoulder, and smack her ass.
Officer or not, nobody drove my bike but me.
Still, I appreciated a woman who could hold her own. I’ve been told I can be intimidating and intense, but she held my gaze as she stared me down, testing and watching my reaction. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be this unruly and defiant between my sheets. She’d probably want control and have to be tied down. Maybe she’d even fight me a little. That could be fun.
Just thinking about it made my jeans uncomfortable. I adjusted my growing erection, and her gaze followed my hand. She was interested, for sure.
Too bad she was Link’s sister.
Before he’d sent me to pick her up, the club’s incoming president made it a point to tell me to keep my hands off Naomi. Apparently, no one had given her such instructions. When she finally relented and climbed on the bike behind me, she pressed her big round tits against my back and her hands fanned out over my abs. She held me tighter than necessary, and her clean, sweet scent invaded my helmet before I snapped down the visor and clipped the face mask in place.
I’d unwittingly trapped that intoxicating scent in with me.
Her hands drifted down my stomach, and I took off faster than I meant to. Naomi squeezed closer in response, making it damn hard to concentrate on the road. The fire station was thirteen miles from the airport, and in traffic, it took almost an hour. An hour with her curvy body pressed against me, her hands roaming over my stomach, sometimes dipping down to the waistband of my jeans. A little further south, and she would have felt how hard she was making me. By the time we reached the fire station, I was desperately in need of another adjustment and a cold shower.
Without waiting for my help, Naomi kicked her leg over the seat and plucked off her helmet. Her hair was wind-tousled, her big brown eyes were bright, and her cheeks were rosy, giving her a just-fucked look that made me keep my hands on the handlebars, so I wouldn’t reach out and pull her onto my lap. Judging by the devious smirk she gave me, she knew exactly how she affected me. No doubt she did it on purpose. I couldn’t tell if she was just fucking with me, or genuinely interested.
“Thanks for the ride, Marine,” she purred, handing me back her borrowed helmet. “While I’m in town, you should let me buy you a drink for your trouble.”
If Naomi and I drank together, there really would be trouble. But, since telling her that would make me sound like a pussy, I gave her a non-committal nod and dismounted. “How long will you be here?” I shouldn’t have asked, shouldn’t have cared, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“I leave Monday.”
Since it was Thursday evening, that meant I needed to avoid the fire station through the weekend. Easier said than done since Link’s inauguration would be Friday at noon. There’d be no avoiding this woman, and as tempting as her body was, I hoped to hell she found a more interesting toy to play with and left me the hell alone.
I walked her into the station. A few prospects, and ol’ ladies were hanging out in the common area, preparing for tomorrow’s festivities. The ol’ ladies stopped what they were doing and hurried over to greet Naomi. Jake and his ol’ lady, Margo, stepped out of the kitchen, saw what was going on and joined us.
“There’s my slugger,” Jake said, releasing Margo’s hand to hug his daughter.
“Slugger?” I asked, surprised by the nickname. My dad had called my sister princess or sweetheart. Slugger seemed like an odd term of endearment for a girl.
Jake grinned, pulling back to frame her face with his hands like she was still a child. “Yep. Her first year of T-ball, one of the boys on her team told her she hit like a girl. Naomi here marched straight home and bullied her brother until he taught her how to crack the ball. First game of the season she put one right between the third baseman’s eyes.”
“Dad,” Naomi said, her tone chastising. “Always with that story. It wouldn’t have been between the third baseman’s eyes if he would have just held up his glove. And I didn’t bully Link, I encouraged him to help me. Persuasively.”
“Blackmailed is more like it,” Link said, joining us. He slid an arm around his sister and squeezed her to his side to kiss her forehead. “Hey squirt.”
She rolled her eyes. “Slugger, Squirt… You guys give the worst nicknames ever.”
Jake elbowed me in the side. “It’s an important tale. That’s when she first started showing up the boys.” Pride beamed in his eyes as he kissed her cheek. “She hasn’t stopped since.”
“Stop talking about her like she’s not standing right there,” Margo chided, pushing Jake out of the way so she could hug his daughter. “You know she hates that. Welcome home, Naomi. Your dad has ribs on the smoker and I whipped up some of my homemade mac-n-cheese. I hope you’re hungry.”
I’d gotten to know Jake and Margo over the past two months, and as far as I could tell, they were the salt of the earth, reliable, trustworthy, good people out to make a real difference. Still newlyweds, the only time I saw Jake without his bride was during church, our weekly club meetings. He was stepping down from his presidency to spend more time with her. Maybe even travel some. Jake had done his time, both with the club and in the service, and suffered more than his share of losses. I was happy to be a part of the new guard coming on, so he could rest and enjoy his retirement.
