Does that mean—
“I’m only slightly joking. Now c’mon, bubs. Ride with me.”
My entire neck feels hot.
“But you just said …”
He hums and crouches close, his fingers hovering over my forearm.
“And I promised you a ride. So, we ride. The rest is for me to figure out.”
Those digits dance softly over my sleeve, though they feel like they’re touching my skin, before turning over and he offers his grip once again.
I swallow and I take it.
Chapter 32
Tristen
Emmett’s head is inmy helmet, and his arms are around my ribs, squeezing me so tight that it’s making it hard to breathe.
He’s stiff behind me, still not leaning when I do even though I’ve reminded him a few times already. It’s making it hard to turn right without overshooting, despite how slow we’re already going.
And still, my dick is punching my zipper like a fucking wild man.
The inside of my head is a battle between imagining his hands on my skin, to have him wrapped up around me without the clothes between us, and what it would be like to have him do it while I was high.
Shit.
I … I still can’t believe I asked him to kiss me. That he did. That I passed out with nothing but his face taking over behind my eye lids.
That he was still there when Hatley came in and woke me up. Just watching me. Waiting for me.
I shouldn’t get used to it.
Forcing a breath, I release one of the grips and pat his covered arm.
He jolts and I curse under my breath.
“Loosen up a lil, bubbles. You’re strangling me.”
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters low enough that I barely hear it over the engine’s whine and snaps back. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t—” I huff and shake my head. “You don’t have to apologize.”
“I’m … s-s-sorry.”
A snort works its way up my throat, and I pull us off to the side of the track. Kill the engine. Look over my shoulder at him and nearly swallow my tongue.
His hair is wind swept around the open visor, framing the top of his face in a halo. The sun is beating down on us, making a light smattering of freckles pop on his nose.
He’s got a cute nose.
I smile.
“You wanna try?”
His eyes flare wide. “What?”
