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Oh, right.

Her dad.

Streak told me about that.

I nod, grabbing the helmet off the seat and putting it on her head. “You trust me?”

“Yeah,” she answers immediately, staring up at me. The truth of her statement is shining in her eyes and I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve that. I lean in and steal a quick kiss because I just can’t help myself.

“Let’s go over the rules,” I tell her and she arches a brow, fighting back a smile.

“The rules? This sounds very serious.”

I nod. “I take your safety very seriously.”

Her smile grows and she nods, waiting for me to continue.

“First, when we stop, don’t try to put your feet down. I’ve got the bike so just hold on to me and keep your feet on the pegs.”

She nods. “Feet on the pegs, got it.”

“Make sure you’re holding on to me the whole time and don’t lean away from me. If I lean into a turn, you move with me.”

She’s watching me intently, listening to my every instruction, and those gorgeous fucking eyes are unraveling me without her even knowing it.

Focus, Dalton.

“If you need to stop for any reason, tap my leg and I’ll find a place to pull over. But don’t get off the bike until I tell you it’s safe, okay?”

“Okay,” she says. I expected her to look nervous or downright scared but as she’s staring up at me, all I can see is trust. She really does trust me to take care of her and it makes me want to beat my chest like a goddamn cave man.

“And when we start moving, make sure you’re holding on to me tightly.”

She shoots me a look. “Are you sure that ones not for your benefit?”

“No one said I was complaining about it,” I answer her with a laugh while I buckle the strap of the helmet under her chin. “You climb on first. Put your foot there.”

She places her foot on the passenger peg.

“And swing your other leg over, ass right here,” I tell her, patting the seat. She swings her leg over the bike exactly like I told her to and when she’s seated, I meet her eyes. “Ready?”

She nods. “Ready.”

I climb on the bike in front of her and her arms immediately wrap around my waist. The engine rumbles to life beneath us and every beautiful inch of her is pressed up against my back.

Fuck me.

I’ve let other women ride on the back of my bike before but none of them felt like this. None of them fit so perfectly against me or calmed that rage I keep a tight leash on like Lennon does.

And it pisses me off that I enjoy it so goddamn much.

“You good?” I call over the growling of the engine and she squeezes me a little tighter, nodding against my back. I walk the bike back a few paces before pulling out into the alley and she lets out a little squeal but doesn’t grip me any tighter or tap my leg so I keep going.

As we pull out into traffic, I feel her relax into the ride, becoming more and more comfortable. So I decide to push it a little harder. I pull back the throttle and we shoot down the road. Her grip on me doesn’t tighten or waver, just stays steady.

The light up ahead turns red and I slow to a stop, putting my feet on the ground to hold the bike. She leans up and I feel her lips brush the shell of my ear.

“Okay. That was fun.” She’s a little breathless and I can hear the smile in her voice. It sends a shiver through me. I love having her here, on the back of my bike. I love feeling her pressed up against me and more than anything, I love that she’s enjoying herself.