I groan. Me and my big fucking mouth. “Fine, but you’re gonna pay for this later.” I adjust myself in my jeans.
“Is sex all you think about?” Her eyes are lit up.
“Babe. Have you looked at yourself?”
She smiles softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I don’t know about that, but I take her hand anyway and lead her out of the loft, down the steps, and to the front of the clubhouse where my bike is waiting.
“Ever ridden before?” I ask, grabbing the helmet.
She shakes her head. “No. First time for everything though, right?”
My lips twitch. That’s my baby. Fuckin’ fearless.
“Put your feet here,” I explain, showing her where the passenger pegs are. “And hold on to me tight. Got it?”
She nods, looking a little nervous.
Pushing her hair off her shoulders, I strap the helmet onto her head, making sure it’s secure. “There. All set.”
“What about you?” she asks.
“I’ll be fine.”
I swing my leg over the bike and settle into the seat, then offer her my hand. Frankie takes it and throws a leg over the seat, climbing on behind me. Her arms go around my middle when she scoots closer, and I breathe in her perfume. It’s something sweet and floral that makes my mouth water. Closing my eyes, I savor the moment. Frankie’s warm body pressed against mine, her tits against my back, her scent filling my senses. This is what heaven must feel like.
“Is this okay?”
“Perfect, baby,” I sigh, opening my eyes and starting the bike.
Frankie tightens her arms around me, and I pat her thigh reassuringly before kicking up the stand, twisting the throttle, and roaring out of the lot.
Time to show my baby how the Kings cut loose.
Eagle’s Bar is packed when we arrive. I park around back, away from the crowd of bikes and cars in the main lot. Cutting the engine, I feel Frankie’s grip loosen around my waist.
“That was amazing,” she says, her voice filled with excitement as she climbs off the bike.
I swing my leg over and stand, turning to help her with the helmet. As I unfasten the strap and lift it off her head, I’m struck again by how fucking beautiful she is. Her cheeks are flushed,her eyes bright with adrenaline, and her hair is a little mussed from the helmet.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, cupping her face in my hands.
She bites her lower lip, and I lose the little restraint I have left. I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and deep, pouring all the things I don’t know how to say into it. This thing between us is crazy. It’s been fast and furious, but it feels right. I’m not sure what happens when all of this is over. When we find the girl, shut down the trafficking ring, and she has her answers about her father, when she learns how the Kings are involved. She’ll never forgive me when she knows everything.
“Get a room,” Journey’s voice cuts through my darkening thoughts.
Breaking the kiss, I turn my head to see him walking up the alley with a leggy brunette hanging off his arm. The manwhore never quits.
“Fuck off,” I growl, wrapping my arm around Frankie’s shoulders.
Journey just laughs, holding the back door open for us to go in first.
“Thanks,” Frankie says politely.
My lips twitch. Always with the manners, this one.
We step inside, and every head in the joint turns our way, their eyes focusing solely on the woman beside me. A deep rumble vibrates in my chest.
