He tosses her a shocked look, but nods and heads for his car. Brown eyes stare at me as she pulls her keys from her pocket and nods towards a small red sedan in the corner of the lot.
“Boyfriend seems mad,” I say, as I glance in his direction. “Guess I’d be too, if my girl was as pretty as you and riding off with strangers.”
“Mac’s my brother.” She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Her tits push up, and I shift on my feet, forcing myself not to stare. “He thinks he’s my father though.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“I’ll walk you over.” I climb off my bike and she loops her arm through mine and her body leans into me as we walk. Our skin isn’t even touching, since I’m wearing a leather jacket, but she still ignites a flame in my stomach.
I hate that I can’t separate Colby from the real me. I’m walking her to her car and I haven’t kissed her like a true gentleman. Someone like Colby, a criminal in a biker gang, would have already fucked her the second she climbed onto the back of his bike.
We reach her car and she unlocks it, but doesn’t open the door. Instead, she faces me, looking up with her beautiful brown eyes twinkling as she stares. I’m really in for it.
As I groan, I return the smile, and she wraps her fingers in mine. When I lean in, her back falls against the frame of the car. I press my lips against her ear. “I’ll see you around, Andi.” The nickname slips out too easily, as if I’ve known her forever. I reach behind her and open her door, then turn to walk away.
“I guess so, since you know where to find me,” she calls behind me.