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Raising both brows, I looked to her for an explanation. Her shoulders sagged.
“Come on, I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t introduce you two.” She trudged back to the house.
The brunette had a smug grin and her arms crossed as she waited on us. We stepped onto the porch, and she reached a hand out.
“Hello. I’m Geneva, Kira’s roommate. And you are?” She had a remarkably firm handshake for a woman.
“Voodoo,” I replied.
“Voodoo? Jesus, did your mom not like you?” She had spunk, and I appreciated that, but I wasn’t giving her my given name, because as far as I was concerned, she didn’t need it.
“My momma liked me just fine.” Daring her to pursue what was none of her business, I left it at that.
“So you’re one of those bikers I see riding around town, huh?”
“Oh my God, Geneva. Enough,” Kira said in exasperation. It caused me to chuckle.
“What?” she asked Kira. “I just wanted to know if they were like that TV show!”
My eyes rolled, because I couldn’t help it. While there might be some shit from that show that was uncannily accurate, most was highly fictionalized.
“Not quite, Geneva,” I replied.
“Well, take my girl here for a real good ride. She needs it.” I couldn’t help it, I laughed at her innuendo.
“Okay, time to go!” Kira cut in. She grabbed my arm and tugged. There was no way she could’ve moved me on her own, but I was anxious to get going, so I let her.
“Nice to meet you, Geneva,” I said over my shoulder as we moved toward my bike.
“Okay, can we go now?” Kira had exasperation written all over her face.
“Sure,” I said as I grabbed the helmet and unhooked the bungee from it. Pleased that she’d braided her hair so it didn’t tangle, I placed the helmet on her head.
“I can do that,” she fussed.
“I’ve got it,” I insisted, because it gave me a reason to touch her. Her skin that my fingers brushed was silky soft, and I longed to explore every inch of it.
Once it was strapped on as tight as it would go, I got on and motioned for her to climb on behind me. She looked uncertain, so I told her how to get on. She was surprisingly adept.
“Have you ridden?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“The way you acted, I thought you’d never been on a bike.”
“It wasn’t that” was her evasive response.
“Hmm.” Letting it drop, because I didn’t like to think of her on a bike with someone else, I started the engine, and we pulled away from her house. Once we got on the main road, I hooked her thigh with my hand and tugged on her to scoot forward.
The heat from between her legs hit me like a ton of bricks, and my goddamn cock jumped again. It was a bit of torture for me, but worth every second.
We hopped on highway 69 and got off on First. I pulled in to Cazador and parked. Once I’d shut off the bike, I helped her off.
“You good with Mexican?” I asked as she was removing the helmet. It hadn’t occurred to me to ask in advance, because I wasn’t really a dating kind of guy. The mechanics of a date were a little foreign to me.
“Yeah,” she said, and she bit her lip. I took the helmet and hung it on the handlebar. She looked from the helmet to me.
“Won’t someone steal it?”
