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I’m about to call him out on the fact that he keeps using half my name but the truth is? When he says Syn it sounds like sin, as if I’m a sin in the eyes of all that’s hot and holy. And I like it. I quickly step away from him and notice Medley is strolling back to the clubhouse.
“What is it, Ezra?”
“Your stitches, they are coming out today but I won’t have you stretching your side to run next to a horse while holding onto it. Let me do it.”
Let him do it? Watch this tank of a man run next to a horse to help me out because he’s concerned about me? Dammit. Why does he have to be nice? Saying please, calling me Prez to let those around me know he respects my title and function. If he’s trying to get under my skin, he’s being successful.
“Fine,” I huff. “If you want to do some cardio, be my freaking guest.”
A soft rumble of laughter causes my heart to skip a beat and there’s a twinkle in his green eyes. He skims his knuckles along my cheek, just a breath of a touch, and it’s electrifying. I don’t know how he does it but the feeling shoots straight between my legs.
“Fine,” he echoes seductively and stalks toward the horse.
All I can do is watch how he strokes Ava and tells Tikki, “All you have to do is hold onto the horn and feel the horse. Press your knees together and stay in the saddle. I’m handling the horse and we are going to do two rounds where you have nothing to worry about. If you get scared or want to stop, say the word, okay?”
“Okay.” Tikki gives him a timid smile and her eyes slide to me.
Stepping forward, I let my hand slide over Ava’s rump. “You’ve been riding Ava for a few weeks now. She doesn’t spook easily, listens perfectly, and Ava’s gaits are smooth. You’re going to be perfectly fine. Besides, see this tank of a man? He could stop a bull and catch you from falling all at the same time.”
“No one is gonna fall,” Ezra mutters. “You shouldn’t mention falling when someone is scared.”
I shoot him a glare. “She’s on a horse, not a bull, it was a figure of speech. I was just telling her she’s as safe as she can be.”
“Then you should have said that.”
I reach for the reins but he snatches my wrist to halt my movements. “Prez, with all due respect, get your sexy ass in the middle of the riding arena.”
Annoyance spikes but before I can say anything he steals the opportunity away by crashing his mouth over mine. I’m aware of his fingers sliding to the back of my neck, his thumb gently pushes under my jaw to guide my head while he deepens the kiss.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” I hear Tikki whisper and I’m thrown back into awareness by her comment.
My cheeks flush and I quickly turn to stomp to the middle of the arena, getting as much distance between us as I can.
It doesn’t stop me from hearing Tikki’s remark, though. “I think you’re the first one who has rendered her speechless and compliant. With a kiss. And dude, that’s some kiss. Do you have a brother?”
Ezra chuckles. “Not one by blood but I have one I consider as much, along with a load of club brothers. And I sure as hell hope I’m the only one who spikes that kinda reaction because I sure as fuck am the only one that mouth belongs to.”
“Hmmmm, is that a claim I’m hearing?” Tikki says with her voice raised.
“No,” I squeak. “He’s here to find out who murdered our fathers, then he’s leaving.”
“It’s a claim when she’s ready,” I hear him say and Tikki shoots me a smirk.
“I’d be all over that if it were me,” she tartly tells me.
“Good thing I’m not you, now try to keep your ass in the saddle instead of focusing on stuff that doesn’t involve you,” I grumble.
“Okey dokey, Prez,” she quips and wraps her fingers around the horn.
Ezra is still talking to her when he starts to guide the horse around the arena. Inside I’m fuming. How can he throw out “It’s a claim when she’s ready?” in front one of my club sisters? It’s something that should stay between us.
Though, in the time he’s been here he has mentioned it to me more than a few times and I have ignored every single comment about it. Him saying it in front of someone else somehow makes it real.
It’s not something I want to think about. I’m twenty-three years old and in the middle of mending wounds of life I never asked for. He’s thirty and a nomad no less. His heart belongs to the road and the wind, giving his restless bones the comfort he longs for. Not settling down with a female prez, dammit.
Besides, one can’t start a relationship based on half an hour of intense sex, and a handful of days together, right? Ugh. This man makes my blood heat with a mere glance and the way he steps in so I don’t hurt myself and makes Tikki feel at ease? Also, frustrating. He fits in my world. He ticks all the boxes but it doesn’t feel real. It feels like I’m slipping into a sea with huge waves and I’m not sure if I remember how to swim.
This is why I need distance and to focus only on getting justice and move on from there. Keep things simple. A week. That’s what I’ll give him to see if he can find any information. With everything he told me about the MC he was raised in it should be enough to know if his words hold truth.
