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For the first time since he walked in her room, he smiled. “Fuck yeah the offers on the table. Get your shit packed,” he said like she was on vacation. “We leave in under two hours.”
Cassie smiled, and for the first time in days, it was genuine.
All thanks to this biker who was giving up his entire life to rescue her.
CHAPTER FOUR
“READY?” VIPER ASKED over his shoulder.
Cassie’s soft laugh had him smiling despite what was about to happen. “To get out of here? Hell, yes, I’m ready. To ride on a motorcycle?”
He could feel her body move as she shrugged behind him, dragging her tits along his back.
She laughed again. “I’m not so sure.”
“You’re ready. Just hang on.”
Her death grip around his waist tightened even further. Viper couldn’t help but chuckle. The woman had guts. She was practically trembling behind him but hadn’t voiced a peep of protest. He respected her for doing what had to be done despite fear, and without bitching. It was an admirable quality not everyone possessed.
“Oh, my God.” She gasped and pointed toward the house. “Viper, look, it’s on fire!”
“I know, baby, that’s our cue to leave. Just wanted to stick around long enough to make sure Sarge lit the place up. We’re out.” He hit the throttle and peeled out, spraying dirt in an arc behind him.
He’d warned her they wouldn’t be making any stops on the three-hour trip to Beaverton, Oregon. Long ride for someone who’d never been on a motorcycle, but as he’d expected, she didn’t so much as divert his attention away from the road once. In fact, at one point he worried she’d fallen asleep, but when he placed a hand on her thigh and gave it an affectionate squeeze, she threaded her fingers through his and squeezed back. Guess she’d gotten more comfortable riding as time wore on.
Around midnight, they pulled into the sparsely populated parking lot of what could only be described as a no-tell motel. The place was cheap, known for being discrete, and unfriendly toward local police. All things they needed, depending on who came sniffing after them.
By now, the club should be well aware the shack burned up. Viper figured his pops was losing his mind trying to determine if Viper had died, been taken prisoner, or went AWOL. A pang he could no longer ignore hit his heart, and he pressed a hand to the left side of his chest. Not only was he leaving his life behind, but he could never return. Not unless he was looking to die. This decision was life-changing and permanent.
“You okay?” Cassie’s sleepy voice asked in his ear.
“Yeah, babe. I’m good. You must be beat.”
“I could be persuaded to sleep,” she said, humor in her voice.
And just like that, his mood lifted. He liked this woman. Genuinely liked what he’d learned of her and seen from her so far. Maybe he could convince her to join him and Sarge on their cross-country adventure. She’d said she had nowhere to go.
He climbed off the bike then turned to help her down as well. Drawing her into his arms, he smiled at her drowsy face. “Then let’s get you into a bed.”
Immediately, a blush pinked her cheeks, and she stared at his chest instead of his face. He’d meant the bed comment strictly in reference to sleep, but, huh, look at that, the little virgin had a dirty mind. He groaned as she burrowed into his embrace. A dirty mind and a body that fit perfectly in his arms. Like he’d been custom built to absorb her softness.
His dick hardened against her stomach, something she couldn’t possibly miss. Instead of jerking away or acting like he was a lecherous jerk, she sighed and snuggled closer, clearly enjoying her effect on him. “Babe, enough of that or you’re gonna be getting an education you didn’t bargain for, right in this damn parking lot.”
Her eyes were wide and full of disbelief as she took a tentative step back.
He chuckled. “Thought so. Here, put your hood up.” Even though he gave her the instruction, he tucked her long caramel-colored hair into the hood of the borrowed sweatshirt himself. He shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t resist brushing his fingertips along the baby-soft skin of her neck. A subtle tremor ran through her at the contact. Damn, she may be inexperienced, but her body responded as though it knew exactly what it wanted.
Turning away before he got a glimpse of those lust-filled eyes, he grabbed a crumpled ball cap out of his saddlebag, and shoved it on his head, pulling the brim low. Best they had as far as disguises. “Don’t make eye contact with the guy working the desk if you can help it. We want to be as forgettable as possible.”
“Got it. I bet they have one of those displays with pamphlets of things to do in the area. I’ll browse through them while you check us in.”
