Abby frowned as she saw me pull my burner cellphone out. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“Fixing this,” I said, my eyes meeting hers before darting to Connor and nodding.
* * *
If there’sone thing I’ve picked up in the outlaw life, it’s this: understand what leverage is. Leverage is having a video of a guy cheating on his wife with a dude in a bar bathroom, or photocopies of bank transactions between public and private funds.
Or, leverage is serving up a Goddamn mob lieutenant on a silver platter to the local sheriff. A sheriff who’s up for re-election soon, and maybe one who’s after you and your best bud on some trumped-up bullshit gun charges. Understand leverage, and you’ll always understand the game.
Sherif Watts was all too happy to play ball.
I felt Abby’s hands slide around my waist, my cock throbbing in my pants just feeling her press against me on the bike.
I smirked at the bound and gagged Joe, tied to his car bumper, and then glanced at Connor and nodded. “You ready?”
“Let’s roll.”
“Ready babe?” I turned my head around to look at Abby as I gunned the engine.
“Take me away from here,” she whispered as the bikes roared out onto the open road.
8
Connor
The throbbing, rumbling vibration of the motor between my legs always got me a little hard. But it was watching Abby up ahead of me, her jean shorts pulled tight and her tanned bare legs straggled Jackson’s bike that had me hard as steel. If it was any other guy up ahead of me that she had her arms around and her face pressed against, I’d be out of my mind with rage. But this was Jacks - my brother from another mother, my other half. Shit, watching the girl I couldn’t stop thinking about all wrapped around him was actually kind of hot.
We’d shared plenty of girls before, but I knew this one was way different. Abby was in deep in both of us, and sure, I knew Jackson well enough to know he wanted to fuck the hell out of her as bad as I did. But it was more than that.
She looked fuckinghappyup there on the bike - the wind whipping through her long hair and teasing up her bare thighs. She grinned against Jackson’s shoulder, her arms gripping him tighter as she let herself be carried along by the vibrations I knew were probably rumbling through her core and we thundered down the desert road.
Spoiler, riding bikes gets girls wetter than a fuckin’ flood.
We turned off the main road onto a packed dirt one, downshifting as the bikes rumbled across the dirt and gravel. I grinned as I pulled next to them and saw Abby’s eyes squeeze shut and the flush creep over her cheeks, knowing full damn well what the bumpy road was doing to that poor girl between her legs.
About a mile later, the road swung up through the sparse trees, and Jackson and I’s spot came into view. We’d bought the place years before, and ever since, it’d just been our home. Two-doored garage on the first floor, complete with the old Thunderbird lying partially dismantled on blocks in one of the bays that we’d probably never get to, and a few other bikes in various state of rebuild stacked against the other wall. We lived upstairs, in the big loft-style living space, but it was the big wooden deck off the upstairs that had views of the craziest damn desert scenery you’d ever seen that made the place home.
Jackson cut the engine of his bike with a shudder and kicked down his stand. I grinned as I caught Abby groaning quietly to herself, and I’d have put good money on the ride out here having got herjustshy of a release. She slid off the bike and squeezed her legs together, and I groaned myself, feeling my cock throb just thinking about how wet that sweet pussy probably was.
Jackson helped her off and walked with her to the stairs as I walked ahead.
“I think we’ve earned some beers beers on the porch,” he said, helping her up the wooden steps.
“Want a drink?” I shot over my shoulder. I raised a brow as I saw the sudden apprehension on her face as she looked around. Yeah, I got it. Despite what had just happened, here she was out in the middle of nowhere with guys likeuswho were now offering to get her buzzed.
“You don’t have to, you know.”
Abby blushed and grinned as she shook her head. “A beer sounds great, actually.” She paused, “Actually, can I get a cleaned up in your bathroom first?”
* * *
Abby cameout of the bathroom looking way more relaxed, with her face and the bruise around her cheek washed and scrubbed clean. She had her hair wild and free, framing her face, and for probably the ninth time that day, I felt my cock twitch just looking at her.
“Feeling better honey?” I sipped at a beer as I sprawled back on the old dusty porch couch. I raised a can her way.
She shook her head and looked at her feet, still looking like she wasn’t so sure about the drink, even if she’d soothed her nerves a bit. I shrugged and took another sip of my own - I wasn’t about to push it with this girl.
Jackson cleared his throat, throwing me a quick look before turning to Abby, his face serious. “Just so you know” he said in his deep baritone “the rules of the road apply here.”