She flips me off immediately. Beautifully.
Then her eyes narrow behind the helmet visor. “Wanna make this interesting?”
Oh, this oughta be good.
“What kind of interesting?” I ask carefully.
A slow smile spreads across her lips.Trouble. Pure fucking trouble.
“If I win…” She points to herself proudly. “You stop being an overprotective psychopath for one whole week.”
I laugh immediately. “Impossible challenge. Next.”
“I’m serious!” she argues. “No threatening to murder men for looking at me.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Hayden.”
“Firefly.”
She groans dramatically before trying again. “Fine. Then if I win, you have to admit I’m the better rider.”
Now that? That’s offensive.
I place a hand against my chest. “You wound me.”
“You’re stalling because you’re scared.”
I grin slowly. “And if I win?”
Her confidence flickers slightly. Cute.
“You won’t,” she says anyway.
“Hypothetically.”
She bites her lip for a second before sighing. “Fine, if you win…” Her cheeks pink slightly beneath the fading light. “I’ll do whatever you want tonight.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My entire body immediately reacts.
“Dangerous thing to say to me, baby.”
She revs her engine hard enough to drown out her own nervous laugh. “Still gotta catch me first.”
Cocky little thing.
Ten minutes later, we’re lined up side by side beneath the bleeding sunset with engines roaring around us. She glances over through her helmet.
“Try not to cry when I smoke you.”
I bark out a laugh. “Baby, you cried the first time I kissed you.”
“That’s because you were emotionally overwhelming.” She giggles.
Fair.
