My cock thickened behind my zipper, heavy and aching in a way that had nothing to do with the road ahead. I shifted once, uselessly, and gripped the bars tighter.
This woman.
Smart as hell. Mouth like a whip. Looked at me like I was a problem she hadn’t decided whether to solve or set on fire. And now she was wrapped around me, turned on and trying so hard to pretend she wasn’t. I liked that more than I should. Most women saw the cut, the ink, the bike and threw themselves at me. Sienna acted like wanting me was a personal failure and a scientific curiosity rolled into one.
Made me want her worse.
I dropped my hand over hers again, pressing her palms flat against my stomach so she’d stop trying to hold on with two polite fingers. “Hold here.”
My voice came out gravel-rough. Couldn’t help it.
She was breathing faster now. Short. Shallow. Fighting the urge to rock against the seat. I could feel the battle in every small movement—her trying to stay logical, her body saying fuck logic.
Part of me wanted to kill the engine, drag her off this bike, and give her exactly what she needed right there on the side of the road.
The rest of me—the part that actually respected the fire in her—knew I had to let her keep her pride.
For now.
I revved the throttle once more, felt her jolt hard against me, and let the smallest grin pull at my mouth where she couldn’t see it.
This ride was going to be long.
And I was going to enjoy every single mile of it.
The miles blurred. Heat, wind, dust, and the constant low thunder of the engine. Her body stayed glued to mine the whole time—thighs clamped tight around my hips, arms locked around my waist, those hard little nipples rubbing against my back with every bump in the road.
I kept my eyes on the blacktop, but my brain wouldn’t shut up.
A picture of Rylee kept burning behind my eyes like someone had taped it to the inside of my skull. Her smiling in that bar in Albuquerque three days ago, the same smile she used to wear right before she sold club secrets to the highest bidder. The same smile that cost me two brothers and left me with scars I still felt when the weather turned. I didn’t do this shit anymore. I didn’t let women crawl under my skin. Trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
And yet here was Sienna—smart-mouthed, zero-bullshit scientist—panting against my shoulder blade like the vibration of the bike was about to make her come apart at the seams.
I liked it too much.
We’d been riding almost two hours when I spotted the old pullout and eased off the throttle. The bike slowed. I killed the engine. The sudden quiet felt louder than the pipes.
Sienna stayed wrapped around me for a second longer than necessary, then climbed off on shaky legs. She yanked the helmet off. Her cheeks were flushed dark, hair stuck to her forehead in damp strands, chest still rising fast. She was panting. Not from the sun. From the hours of that low, relentless rumble pressed right between her legs.
I pulled the water bottle from the saddlebag and handed it over. She took it without arguing, which told me exactly how far gone she was. She drank too fast, water spilling down her chin. Her thighs pressed together once, twice, like she was trying to hide how soaked she still was.
My cock throbbed behind my zipper. Three more hours of this and one of us was going to snap.
I made the call.
“Get back on.”
She blinked. “We’re not stopping for long?”
“Not here.” I jerked my chin toward the faint dirt track cutting off through the scrub. “This way.”
I knew the road. Old club stash house. Abandoned for years. Thick adobe walls, metal roof, no neighbors for miles. Perfect.
She climbed on without another word. Her arms came around me quicker this time, like her body had already voted and her brain was still catching up.
I turned down the dirt road. The bike kicked up a rooster tail of dust behind us. Five minutes later the low, weathered building came into view. I parked in the shade of the wall and killed the engine again.
Sienna pulled her helmet off fast. “Where are we?” Her voice was sharp but breathless. “What are you doing? You gonna burn me out here or something?”
