Dex made a noise I couldn't recognize through the door. "I'm stayin'."
There was a pause. “Keep your dick in your goddamn pants, Dex. I swear to God…”
Sonny murmured something else I couldn't hear because he must have been further away from the door than Dex. Feeling creepy enough for eavesdropping, I pulled open the front door to all three of them on the deck. Sonny standing just off the stairs, Trip and Dex right in front of me—well, the door.
A tired smile crept over my brother's face. "You ready?"
"Yeah." I looked over at the blonde standing next to Dex. "Hey, Trip."
“Hey gorgeous,” he murmured. Thecolorunder his eyes made him look like he hadn't slept in a while.
Dex's hand landed on my lower back, urging me forward. "Let's get going, Ritz. I'm tired."
"All right." I walked over to Sonny and wrapped my arms around his chest. "Be safe, all right?"
He pulled me in for a hug. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
I pulled back just a little and kissed his beard covered cheek. "Okay. Let Trip drive though."
Sonny snorted and put both hands on top of my head, pushing my face down so that he could plant one on my forehead. "Whatever you want, kid."
Oh, the irony. If anyone knew you didn't always get what you want, it was Sonny.
"See ya, Son." I waved at him. "Bye, Trip. Be safe."
Sonny inclined his head forward, smiling just barely. "See ya, kid."
Trip added a sigh with his goodbye but I already had my attention forward, just pastSonny's frame.
Dex and my brother shared a strange look between them as the dark-haired one made his way down the stairs. I started to round the front bumper of my car to get in when he reached out to wrap his fingers around my elbow.
"Where ya goin'?"
Uh... "I'm following after you."
He made a tisking sound under his tongue. "No. You drive too slow. Hop on my bike and we'll get your car tomorrow."
I hesitated, looking back at my car.
“Iris.” I really liked it a little too much when he used my name. “Babe, get on. We’ll get your car later.”
I must have waited too long because the next thing I knew, he had an arm hooked around my waist and was half carrying me-half dragging me the distance to his Dyna. Dex took my duffel, handed me a helmet thathad been left on the seat and replaced the empty spot with my bag, strapping it down.
He turned back toward me, took the helmet from my hands, and then lowered it onto my head silently. Once it was buckled on, he straddled his bike and tilted his head in my direction. “Hop on.”
Well then. Bossy ass.
There was all of about eight inches between Dex’s back and my bag, but what could I do about it? I had a feeling that if I argued with him more about whether I was riding with him or not, I’d lose anyway and to be honest, I was really tired. Having been on bikes with Sonny in the past, it was easy getting on but awkward when I had to shift forward on the seat so much that my crotch and thighs left no room for a sheet of paper between them and Dex’s outer thighs and beefybutt. Grudgingly, my arms slipped around hisribsas he started the bike up and backed onto the street.
Sonny’s house was already on the outskirts of Austin, so when Dex got on the freeway leading us further out of the city, I wondered where the hell he lived but didn’t ask. My cheek was technically to his back, arms tight around his chest. I didn’t realize until then that he had a leather jacket on that did nothing to hide how solid his build was.
Damn it.
It was too dark to see anything well, but I could tell that we were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The trees were huge as we zoomed off the freeway ramp with only the loud roar of his bike breaking the monotony of the ride.
After about five minutes, he turned onto a farm road that had no name or real sign. An outline of a house was visible in the near distance over a hill. The closer we got, the more I was able to see under the moonlight. The house was a long one-story ranch style home. A huge front yard dotted with tall trees gave way to thelight coloredpaneling of the home. It wasn’t at all the kind of place I expected Dex to live in. He seemed like the typical bachelor with a dirty apartment.
But maybe I was just assuming that of every member of the MC. To be fair, Trip lived up to the stereotype I'd built up.There had even been socks crammed into the corners of his couch.
