“Andrea,” he groans.
Tightening his hold on my hair, he tugs my head back, and his lips land on mine. Our tongues dance, tangling with one another’s, as we come down from our explosive orgasms.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
“Me too. I missed you,” I confess.
“Let’s go for a ride, and we can talk.”
“We can’t.” I start to panic, worried my stalker will not only come after him, but Striker could find out about us too.
“We can, and we will.”
“What about Striker?” I pull away from him and moan when his cock slides out of my body, turning me on again.
“I don’t care. It’s time for him to find out. I’m tired of hiding us.”
“Okay.” I smile, finally happy he’s ready to make us public.
CHAPTER 8
COWBOY
I leadher out of the dorm with her hand in mine. She packed a backpack with a few things to stay the night with me at the clubhouse and a cute little sundress for dinner. I need my girl.
I nod at Butcher as we walk toward my bike. When I finally release her hand, I notice she’s glancing around, like she expects someone to be watching us.
“Nymph, it’s okay. I’m ready to tell Striker. He shouldn’t hit first and question later.” I joke, but I’m sure he’ll strike first. It’s his nickname.
I just need time with my girl. I’ve missed her. I won’t let her pull away from me. She’s mine. She’s my end game for everything. I’ve waited a long time to feel this, and now that I do, I won’t let it go.
Opening the saddlebag, I remove the helmet I bought her. I talked her into leaving her cowboy hat behind so we’d have room in the bags. She braided her hair back. I miss her longer hair, but I love the style she went with too.
I plop the helmet onto her head. The full-face black with pink filigree was meant for her the moment I saw it. Andi lifts her chin, and I secure the strap before storing my cowboy hat in the saddle bag and slipping my own helmet on.
I climb on and start the bike. Then she climbs behind me, scooting right up against my back. I pat her knee, and we head out. I know Butcher will be riding behind us, giving us the space we need.
Heading toward the coast, I drive to the spot I go to when I need to be alone and think. Now I want to share it with her.
Andi climbs off the back of the bike and stretches her legs. She lifts her helmet and takes in the surroundings.
“This is really nice, a bit private too.” She smiles.
I remove my helmet and pull her close before swinging off the bike. I take her lips in a deep kiss.
“I come here when I need to think. I found it shortly after I arrived. It’s one of the reasons I decided to settle in Eastport. Being here makes me calm.”
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “I could use some calm now.”
“Tell me about it. Please.” I know there’s more going on than what she’s telling me. Butcher more or less confirmed it, but said I had to talk to her.
“My accident wasn’t an accident,” she says softly, opening her eyes. She looks out at the waves rolling onto the beach. “My saddle was sabotaged.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Did they find out who did it?”
She shakes her head. “In January, I got a weird card in the mail. Then last month, another showed up. This time it had pictures. Whoever sent them threatened me. I don’t want you to worry. I have people looking into it.”
“Fuck that.” My grip tightens on her waist. “You’re mine. I take care of what is mine. Do you get that?” Leaning into her space, I make sure she’s looking me in the eye.
