I pivoted to face him. “Anything?”
“Yeah, baby, anything.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “You might regret saying that.”
“Pretty sure I won’t,” he said, taking a swig of his beer.
“I’m gonna need you to stock up on condoms.”
He spit his beer out and I laughed.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as his biker buds turned to look at him.
“You okay?” Sundance asked him.
“Yeah, I’m good, Pops,” he said, staring at me.
I grinned and took a sip of water, watching his eyes blaze with desire.
Yes, this man was going to WD-40 the shit out of my body.
Raquel
Two days later…
IARRIVED HOME from class to find Orion leaning up against his bike, checking his phone, and I couldn’t help my stomach from fluttering as I parked my car.
I climbed out and walked toward him. “Are you stalking me again?”
“Depends.” He grinned, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Do you like surprise visits or should I expect a cop to arrive and escort me off the premises?”
“How did you know where I live?”
“Sierra slipped me your address before you left the bar the other night. She said something about you needin’ your world rocked.”
I rolled my eyes. “That woman needs to be leashed.”
“I know a few guys who could do that for you.”
I couldn’t stop a laugh. “I may get their numbers from you later. What are you doing here?”
“It’s a nice day. Was gonna see if you wanted to go for a ride.”
“It’s been ages since I’ve been on a bike,” I breathed out.
“It’s long overdue then.”
“Let me grab a jacket.”
“Sounds good.”
I rushed inside the townhouse, dropped my bag on the floor, and rummaged through my closet for my old leather jacket. It was buried in the back, so I had to wrestle it out from under other coats on the floor.
Sierra was at work, so I sent her a quick text, then headed back to Orion and his gorgeous Harley-Davidson Fatboy. After shoving my purse into one of his saddlebags, he handed me a helmet, and threw his leg over the seat. I climbed on behind him and we took off for the open road.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and took a deep breath, the thrill of being on the back of a bike surging through me as Orion expertly drove the back streets, then opened it up when we hit the freeway.
Lordy, I’d missed this.
