“Babe,” he replied, amused.
“At this rate, I’m notgonnarideon the back of your bike with you for maybe, I don’t know,forever.”
He loved she wanted on the back of his bike.
He was not a fan of the fact it had been either cold, orsnowing, since they met so he could not put her ass there.
Mostly, he loved how this had become an obsession of hersafter he told her how his father had never put another woman’s ass on his bikeexcept his mother’s.
Graham Black waited until he found the right one.And whenhe found her, she was the only one who rode there.
And Dutch could not tell Georgie he’d never had a woman onthe back of his bike, because he did not know this story until after he’d donethat.
But since he’d learned it, he’d ridden solo.
Though he told her, the minute that option was open, her asswas there.
And the obsession began.
Through these thoughts, he laughed then he said, “I thinkyou’re being dramatic.”
“Whatever,” she muttered.
“It’s Christmas Eve.We’regonnahave a white Christmas.”
“Whatever.”
“And Wilder loves snow.”
She made ahuhnoise.
She adored his baby brother.
So he knew that’d get her.
And it did, since she quit bitching.
Her adoration for his brother was further proved when heparked next to Jag’s truck in his ma and Hound’s driveway.
And she wasted no time grabbing one of the bags of theirpresents (they had three, two of them filled with shit for Wilder, and that wasenough proof right there, but it didn’t end there), this as well as the bagstacked with three tins of Christmas cookies she made.
And she hightailed her sweet ass to the front door.
It was open before they got there.
By Jag.
“Please, fuck, tell me you brought some of those buttercookies,” he said as greeting.
“Jagger Black!”his mother could be heard shouting frominside.“Watch your mouth around your little brother.”
Grinning unrepentantly, Jagger stepped aside to let them in,divesting Georgie of all she was carrying, even if she tried to protest.Though, one of the tins held her butter cookies, because she knew how much Jagliked them, and Jagger probably knew that.
Jag getting her hands free was a good call.
“Georgie!” Wilder squealed as he raced into theroom.
He hit her so hard, if Dutch didn’t put a hand to the smallof her back, she’d have gone down.
