“She’s seen pictures of you at the house, though, so she’ll recognize you.” Arya twisted her hands together and gave me a worried look. “She sounded so terrified when she called, Nova. Thank you for helping her.”
I glanced at it quickly, but once my eyes were on it, I couldn’t peel them away. My breath stalled in my lungs, and my heart began pounding in my chest.
A young woman stared back at me with sparkling green eyes and rosy red lips spread in a wide grin. She had a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her pert nose, and her head was surrounded by fluffy blond curls that went to just above her shoulders. The sun was shining down on her, and it lit up her hair like a halo around my angel.
As my eyes took in the rest of her, I managed to exhale, but my mouth went dry and my cock stood at attention.
Holy fucking shit. She was a bombshell—full-figured, an hourglass shape with mouthwatering curves, thick thighs, and big, luscious tits. I’d never seen anyone so fucking sexy in my life. I shook my head to clear my mind of all the images of what I would do to that body. Down boy, I instructed my cock harshly.
I didn’t even know her, for fuck’s sake! And she was a year younger than my little sister, which meant she was eleven years younger than me.
“Also...” Arya gestured to my Harley. “It’s just...I don’t think Rylee’s ever been on a bike, and a six-hour ride is kind of long for a beginner.”
I shoved the picture in my pocket and glowered at the ground, knowing if Dax caught me frowning at his wife—and it wouldn’t matter that she was my sister—he’d try to knock out my teeth.
Arya was right, but it didn’t stop me from cursing at the situation. I’d been looking forward to the ride, the only positive part about the next day or so of my life.
“Also, um...her stepdad has one…”
Inside, I groaned. This assignment was just getting more and more fucking complicated. “He MC?” I asked.
“No. But he rides, and...it’s a long story. I don’t think Rylee has anything against them, but she might need a little coaxing from someone she trusts to get on the back of one.”
For some inexplicable reason, the thought of this girl sitting on another man’s bike, even Dax’s, unfurled something hot and angry inside me. It felt a lot like jealousy, but that was completely insane.
“Fine,” I agreed with resignation. “I’ll take the Mustang.” I didn’t know what was worse—six hours with her wrapped around me on the back of my bike or six hours alone with her in a car.
Arya grinned, and I raised a brow at her reaction. “She used to love old cars. Went to the shows with her dad. I bet she’ll love riding in it.”
Taking her for a different kind of ride in my car jolted through my brain, and I decided I’d lost my damn mind.
I gave Arya a short wave and returned to my bike, focusing on anything but the way my angel’s sexy legs would look wrapped around my waist. I parked it in the garage where we all kept our motorcycles, grabbed the bag, and jogged out to another garage where some of us parked cars or trucks.
After tossing the bag in the back seat, I climbed into the driver’s seat and sighed happily at the sweet purr of the engine when I turned the key. I’d restored this baby piece by piece, and she was hot as fuck.
Not as hot as Rylee, my cock whispered.
I banged my head on the steering wheel a couple of times because something was clearly wrong with my brain if it thought my cock was talking…
Shaking my head to clear it, I tried to focus on the task ahead as I drove off the compound and onto the open road.
I had six hours to screw my head on straight.
Probably should have known when I saw her picture that I was permanently screwed.
3
Nova
I waited down the street from Rylee’s house. I would have been worried about a random car on the street making people suspicious, but this part of town had seriously deteriorated in the last couple of years. If I had to guess, I’d have put money on the fact that the mob had overrun things around here. Especially considering the drive-bys I kept seeing. Someone else was keeping an eye on this house, too.
I’d been sitting in the same spot for over eight hours, and she’d never appeared. I’d only popped over to a gas station for a minute here and there to take a leak, so I was confident I hadn’t missed her. I had seen her asshole stepfather come home with a trunk full of beer and pound half a case while watching sports in the living room. The window there gave me a nice clear view, and I kept having daydreams about what the back of his head would look like through a scope.