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“Great. Next is shifting. It’s a little different than cars, so it may take some time to learn.” She shifted through the gears like a pro, and his brows lifted. “Or not.”
She beamed at him. “I guess you pick up a few things when you hang around an MC.”
“Guess so.” He took a step back. “Everything else is pretty easy. Just like a bike. Rev her up. Let’s hear the growl.”
For a split second, Isa’s face blanked, but then she did as commanded. Her right hand twisted, the engine rumbling in response. He nodded approvingly. “All right, show-off. Think you’re ready for some real practice?”
By now, several prospects and club members, including Reaper, had gathered around to watch the newbie. They were all eager to see if she’d biff it.
No pressure, princess.
Isa grabbed the helmet off the back and snapped it in place. “Might as well.”
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He jerked a thumb behind him. “We all will.”
A flash of panic spread over her face, but she covered it up fast and slid the kickstand out of the way. Surprisingly, she held the bike up without any help. She was a natural if he’d ever seen one.Like father like daughter.
In an instant, she was rolling across the large lot. “Bollocks, I’m actually doing it,” he heard her mumble.
He walked alongside, hands hovering over the back in case of emergency. He’d let the damn motorcycle fall on him before he’d let her get hurt.
Isa accelerated, shifting as she did, and he started jogging to stay beside her. She glanced over to him and flashed him a bright smile. “Having trouble keeping up?”
“Nah, this is a cake walk.”
Determination filled her face, and he instantly regretted the haughty words.
“In that case, let’s pick up the pace.”
Doc gulped hard when she shifted again, sprinting now to keep up. He wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would the parking lot. She’d be out on the street in fifty yards.
“Isa….” He hoped his voice held the warning his stomach did.
She applied the brake and looked behind her. “Yes, Doc?”
The faux innocence in her voice coupled with the cute expression on her face and the batting of eyelashes behind her rose sunglasses ripped apart his control. He had to have her. She felt the same. He could read between the lines of her body language and words. Their roles in Macha were the only trouble.
Catching up to her, he hopped on the back and kissed her cheek. Before she could respond, he took over the controls and they sped down the street. Hoots from the clubhouse behind him caught his ear, but he wouldn’t look back. He needed to focus on the road instead of the spry woman tempting his already hard cock.
“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you?”
Isa gripped his thighs at the next turn. “No.”
He bit down a vulgar response. Instead, he carefully placed her hands over his on the grips. “Take control, princess.” She started to argue, so he nuzzled the nape of her neck. “Now.”
Her delicate hands gradually took control of the motorcycle. She slipped on the gears a few times, but he whispered in her ear how to fix it, and they continued down the road without any problems.
Sunlight peeked through the clouds, warming him beneath the leather jacket. They continued through Snowshoe, residents glancing their direction as they passed. He waved to the few people he knew and nodded politely to those he didn’t.
“Take the next left,” he instructed at the stoplight. “Then stop in the parking lot on the right.”
Isa expertly took the turn and cut the engine after she pulled into the lot. Doc kept the bike up until she kicked down the stand. She stood and swung her leg over the bike, but before she could completely step away, he gripped her hips and settled her on his lap, facing him.
Her eyes darted up to him anxiously. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “Not a damn thing.” He unbuckled her helmet, and her hair spilled out behind her. It was a thing of beauty to watch the golden locks flow in the breeze.
“You sure you’ve never driven a motorcycle before?”
