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“Thanks?”

“Everything okay?” Hero comes in from the living room with Rebel right behind him.

“As okay as it can be for the moment,” Emily answers for us.

“Good,” Rebel says. “Because Riptide and Outlaw are back.”

18

MELODY

This is only the second time I’ve spent time in the common room. The first was when we played pool, and… yeah. That was a very different experience.

Today there’s a football game on the big screen, and the couches are packed. I don’t really care much about sports, but I can appreciate the fun of getting together with other people and watching a game. Rebel is upstairs with Shadow getting ready for the call to my father, but I’ve got Riptide and Mad Dog with me at the empty bar.

“Beer?” I ask.

Riptide laughs. “It’s a little early, isn’t it?”

“I’m pretty sure I remember hearing that this place follows airport rules.”

“You really want one? Or are you just looking to kill the nerves?” Mad Dog asks.

“Do you care?” I slide down from the bar stool and start to walk around to see what’s in the fridge.

Riptide stops me with an iron grip on my wrist.

I give him my best glare. “What?”

“I’m not letting you get wasted before the phone call.”

“I’m not going to get wasted. Sheesh. I’ll get a soda or something if you’re so worried about me, Grandpa.” I struggle to get my wrist free but it’s like I’m wearing a steel manacle.

Riptide tugs me closer, letting go of my wrist but wrapping his arms around my chest instead. “I might be susceptible to bribes.” His breath tickles the skin behind my ear.

I laugh. “Oh. I see where this is going. Mad Dog, I think your friend is corrupt. Are you going to let him get away with this?”

“How badly do you want that beer?” Mad Dog asks, raising an eyebrow. “I’m willing to see how this goes.”

Riptide spins me around. Our faces are almost touching. “The man asked how badly you want it.”

“I’m not…” I glance around, but nobody is really paying attention to us. “I’m not sucking you off in front of everyone, just so that’s clear.”

“Wasn’t even thinking that far, but good to know you are,” he says with a grin. “Fine. A kiss. I’ll take a rain check on the rest.”

“You’re very sure of yourself.”

“Someone’s gotta be.” He leans just a little bit closer, so close our noses are almost touching.

I don’t even care about the beer. I just needed a distraction from what’s coming, and my lips against his is an excellent solution. Riptide puts his hands around my waist and boosts me up onto the bar, disconnecting our kiss for a moment. Then he slides me to the very edge and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him from slightly above.

You can say a lot about bikers, but they sure know how to kiss. It only takes a moment before I reconsider where exactly my limits are. His lips are soft and hot, and I press all of myself against him while he clutches my ass and dips his tongue into my mouth. I’m not the only one enjoying myself. There’s a distinct ridge developing behind his jeans where I’m straddling his waist.

Riptide finally pulls away, leaving me to gasp for breath and calm the excitement roiling in my core. “Still want that beer?”

Holy shit. “The what?”

Mad Dog laughs. He goes behind the bar and fishes out a couple of bottles of water instead. I don’t even mind. It’s not what I’m thirsty for anymore anyway.