“Yeah, what’s up?”
He rubbed the back of his neck—his telltale sign that he was about to ask me to do something he knew I wouldn’t want to do.
“Just spit it out, bro,” I said.
“I need a favor.”
“You got it.” We’d always been there for each other. Not only were we brothers through the Lonestar Riders MC, we’d also been raised together. “You know all you have to do is ask, right?”
Kane nodded. “Priscilla’s coming with us, and I want her to ride with you.”
I took a step back. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
“Not this time.” His lips stretched into a tight grimace. “You’re the only one I trust.”
“What about Fuse or Brick?” They were the only other two members of the MC who worked at the garage. I could see why Kane wouldn’t want her to ride with someone she didn’t know, but either one of them could haul her.
“Fuse takes too many chances on his bike, and Brick caught some pavement last night and won’t be going with us. Besides, I can’t imagine you’d be okay with her riding with anyone but you.” Kane looked past me. “Here she comes now.”
He was right. The thought of her riding with one of my brothers made me see red. I turned to catch Priscilla enter the garage. She had on a pair of tight jeans with tall black boots that came up to her knees. A white t-shirt with the Lonestar MC logo clung to her chest and her dark hair piled on top of her head, leaving her long neck exposed. Fuck, I wanted to drag my tongue over her creamy skin and taste her for the first time.
She stopped next to Kane. “Hey, I think I got everything you told me to pick up for the trip.”
“Great. I’m going to have you ride with Bison today. I’ll leave the two of you to stow your gear, and we’ll take off in about a half hour.” Kane arched a brow like he was waiting for me to argue.
I didn’t want to put myself through the torture of spending the next few days nestled between Priscilla’s thighs, but I didn’t have a choice. A quick glance at her face made me think she wasn’t too excited about being paired up with me, either. Her lips pulled into a tight line, and she crossed her arms under her chest.
Kane left, and I tried to find a way to break the awkward silence. “Just so you know, I’m not thrilled about this arrangement, either.”
“Good to see we’re on the same page.” Priscilla shoved her bag at me. “Can you tuck this into one of your saddle pouches or something?”
“Bags,” I grunted.
“What?”
“They’re saddle bags.” I carried her stuff to my bike and stowed it.
“What’s that?” Priscilla rubbed a strap of DJ’s harness between her fingers.
“That’s where the dog sits.” The only time DJ and I got along was when we were on the open road. The little bastard liked riding almost as much as I did.
“You’re bringing that dog with you on a charity ride?” She flipped her sunglasses up and stared at me like I’d just sprouted another head. “Wouldn’t he be better off at a boarding kennel? That’s where I left Hippolyta.”
“He loves it. You’ll see.” I needed to put a little distance between the two of us to give myself time to get used to the idea of spending the weekend with Priscilla. “I’m need to go grab the rest of my gear.”
“Okay. I need to check on a couple of things in my office. Don’t leave without me, okay?”
Kane would try to kick my ass if I left her behind. He’d gotten soft since he’d settled down with Abilene so I could probably take him, but it wouldn’t be worth the bad blood an argument would cause.
“You know you’re going to have to take down your hair to fit it inside a helmet.”
She reached up and tugged her hair free. Dark curls cascaded around her shoulders as she forced a smile, then turned toward the garage.
I watched her go, my hands itching to run along the curve of her hips, to fist in that long hair and pull her close so I could finally taste those full pink lips. Fuuuuuuuuck.
The next few days were going to challenge me on several levels. I’d never let a woman get the best of me, and I was hell bent on making sure the minx with a body like a backroad wouldn’t be the first.
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