PRIS
When Kane suggested I join the guys for the charity ride, I’d resisted. Then I saw a dark sedan cruise by my house a few times. It was probably nothing, but my overactive imagination couldn’t let it go. Even though Bison and I had gotten off on the wrong foot, knowing he was just down the street eased my mind. So, I found myself agreeing to go on a three-hundred-mile ride. It was a ridiculous way to set my mind at ease, but I’d given up trying to figure out the inner workings of my own brain a while ago.
We’d been riding for a couple of hours, and I’d finally relaxed my grip on Bison’s shoulders. There was something about the hum of the engine under my ass and the way the wind rushed past my ears that lulled me into a relaxed state. Bison handled the bike like a pro. I’d always assumed riding a motorcycle was like riding a bicycle except you didn’t have to pedal.
Sitting behind him, my chest pressed against his back, I realized there was so much more to it than that. He became one with the bike. It responded to every little movement he made. His confidence and control were even a little bit of a turn on. Okay, a lot of a turn on.
The man was built. As far as I could tell, there wasn’t an ounce of anything but lean muscle clinging to his giant frame. Though I’d sworn off men for the time being, a girl could still use her imagination. So, I did.
As I sat behind him, my thighs straddling his rock-hard ass, I let my mind wander into naughty territory. By the time we stopped for the day, my panties were damp from thinking about how capable Bison’s hands might be wrapped around something besides a socket wrench.
He brought the bike to a stop under a giant shade tree and killed the engine. “We’re stopping here for the night.”
“Mmm, okay.” My cheeks flushed as he pulled off his helmet and flung his leg over the bike. It was one thing to fantasize about the man while pressed against his back, but quite another to have to see him face to face while naughty daydreams still played through my head.
“You all right?” His forehead creased. “Why don’t you take off that helmet and get some fresh air?”
I climbed off the bike while he held it steady. “Good idea. I’m going to go freshen up a bit and get something cold to drink.”
He secured our helmets to the back of the bike and unclipped Dizzy from his harness. “I’m going to walk DJ around and get settled.”
Nodding, I staggered toward the only building I could see. That had to be where the bathrooms were. My legs felt like noodles after riding for so long. All I needed was a splash of cool water on my face and something cold to drink. That ought to be enough to prepare me for spending the rest of the evening surrounded by the guys and the biker babes they’d brought with them.
Twenty minutes later, I found Bison sitting by the edge of the creek. He’d unpacked the bike, pitched his tent, and was skipping rocks across the water.
“That was some ride.” I lowered myself onto a big rock a couple of feet away. Dizzy Jizzy came over and covered me with kisses. Despite his strange appearance, the dog was growing on me, and he and my worthless watchdog had become good friends.
“How do you feel?” Bison glanced over, his attention immediately sending heat racing up my chest.
There was no way for him to know I’d spent the past few hours wondering what he’d look like without a stitch of clothing on, but the question still made my pulse race. “I’m fine.”
“Can I ask you something?” I couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark shades, but I could feel him looking at me just as strongly as if he’d reached out and touched me.
“Of course.”
“Why did you want to come on this ride?” He pulled his sunglasses off and hooked them on the neck of his shirt.
The question caught me off guard. We hadn’t shared more than a few pleasantries since the night we met, but there was something about him that touched me on a deep level. Away from the garage, away from the house, I was drawn to him and wanted to give him an honest answer. Or at least as honest as I could.
“I liked the idea of getting away for a couple of days.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Straddling my bike and sleeping on the ground is your idea of a fun getaway?”
When he put it like that, it didn’t sound like a good time at all. I glanced at the small tent he’d pitched, and, for the first time, I wondered where I’d be sleeping tonight. “Sleeping on the ground?”
“Did you bring a tent? A sleeping bag?” His brows arched. I didn’t like the teasing tone in his voice or the way his lips curved up at the edges.
“I thought we had a place to stay both nights.”
“Yeah, you’re looking at it.” Bison’s arms stretched wide. “It’s called camping.”
“But…” Kane said we had accommodations booked. I’d assumed he meant rooms at a hotel or at least cabins.
“You’ll sleep with me, Princess.” He got up and held out a hand to help me to my feet.
“What if I don’t want to sleep with you?” The idea sent a surge of heat through my veins, followed by an icy chill as reality sank in.
“You can always bunk up with one of the other guys. Or try to sleep on the bike.” He rolled his big shoulders like he didn’t care, but I could feel the attraction between us.