The suggestion shot straight to Danny’s cock. He wanted that too, wanted it badly.
Only...he’d just met the guy and shouldn’t feel this desperate. Still, those filthy thoughts made it hard to think rationally. Especially when Danny hadn’t had sex for an entire year.
Twelve months of only dating his hand, and now there was a mouthwatering temptation offering him the full buffet.
And Danny was ravenous.
“I’m cool with whatever you chose.” But Ash’s eyes said, “I will wreck you on every flat surface then feed you breakfast if you agree to come home with me.”
Danny sank his teeth into his bottom lip then shouted, “Wreck me!”
His eyes widened in horror. He hadn’t meant to shout in Ash’s face or with so much insane enthusiasm. But he was standing by what he’d shouted.
“You say the sexiest shit, honey bear. Get your gorgeous ass on the back of my bike.” Ash threw his leg over the seat of his motorcycle and started the engine, knocking the kickstand up with his boot.
Danny laughed as he climbed on while Ash kept the bike steady. Before taking off, Ash curled his Bluetooth around his ear. Danny lowered his visor.
Then he slid his arms around honed muscles, his legs bracketing lean hips.
Fear didn’t flare.
Regret never came.
Panic hadn’t flooded him.
For the first time in forever, anticipation spiked through his veins. Arousal throbbed heavily in his groin. Need, desire, and longing prickled over his body.
As they slowly approached the exit of the diner, Danny’s grip tightened. Ash gave his hands a gently squeeze then he revved the engine twice, the deep rumble roaring loudly before they turned left and took off down the road.
Chapter Seven
Danny’s voice buzzed through the Bluetooth headset, warm and excited. “I’m telling you it tastes amazing. You wouldn’t think so from the ingredients, but trust me, it’s delicious.”
“We can try it tonight. Everything you listed I already have in my kitchen.” Ash leaned into the curve of the road, savoring the way Danny's thighs tightened around his. The miles between town and home had never felt longer, yet he found himself wishing for more road, more time with Danny pressed against his back.
As soon as he’d pulled away from Mama Lou’s, his mate had started talking and hadn’t stopped since. Ash wasn’t sure what had caused his sudden chattiness but was savoring every word.
Danny’s fingers twitched against Ash’s stomach. Those expressive hands that normally punctuated every word as he talked were now safely anchored around him. Right now, he needed Danny to keep them locked around him since they were doing ninety down a back road with one too many bends and steep inclines.
“What would be the perfect drink pairing with that dish?” Ash asked, wanting his mate to keep talking. Danny’s voice was like listening to birdsong on a lazy Sunday morning.
Ash’s Sunday mornings were sacred, almost a ritual—Fleetwood Mac and coffee. Thinking of Danny’s voice as a part of that routine would make those mornings even more special.
“Huh. I never considered that. But now that you mentioned it, I usually drink strawberry lemonade when I make it.”
“With sauerkraut? Seriously?”
“They’re both tart.” Danny’s laugh vibrated through the connection. “Don’t judge until you’ve tried it.”
Inside-out stuffed peppers and strawberry lemonade. Ash was open to trying new dishes, so why not try—
The bike lurched forward.
Danny's scream pierced through Ash's earpiece as arms cinched around his waist like a vise.
The side mirror revealed a black pickup closing in, its grille gleaming like bared teeth. The truck surged forward again, but this time, Ash swerved, the bike’s engine roaring as he twisted the throttle. They shot forward, engine screaming. He scanned their surroundings. Dense forest on either side of the narrow road. Nothing helpful.
“Hang on tight.” Ash kept his tone calm, even though rage was building in his chest.
