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Kiara
“What about my car? I didn’t have the chance to bring anything into the house, so all my stuff is in the back.” I glanced at his motorcycle. “And it’s definitely not going to fit on there. I brought a ton since I was coming home for a month.”
“A month?” Knight echoed, his brows drawing together.
“Yeah, that’s what I get for winter break from school. My classes start back up the first Monday after the New Year,” I explained with a nod.
I wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t look happy with my answer as he jerked his chin toward the group of Silver Saints sitting on their bikes at the curb in front of my parents’ house. “Bickle is gonna come back when he realizes your dad can’t do shit for his son. We can’t leave your car here in your dad’s garage for him to find. One of the guys will disconnect the GPS and bring it to the compound. No way in hell will that bastard be able to find it—or you—there.”
I darted a quick glance at his friends. “Um, why don’t I just drive it myself? Everyone has their own motorcycle, and I can’t imagine you want to leave one of those behind either.”
He shook his head and tugged me toward his bike. “It’s not gonna be a problem. Two of them will drop their bikes off, switch vehicles, and come back for your car. If you have more shit inside you want them to grab, let me know.”
Thinking about all of the stuff I’d shoved into my trunk, I shook my head. “Thank you, but that’s not necessary. I have everything I need already in my car.”
“Good, then we can get going,” he muttered, grabbing the helmet off his handlebars and handing it to me.
“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to just drive it myself?” I asked again as he flung his leg over the seat and turned to hold his hand out to me.
“The only way you’re leaving here is on the back of my bike, Kiara.” He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and gently tugged me closer.
“Oh.” My lips formed a perfect circle as I wondered why he was so insistent that I ride with him.
Stories about the meaning of having a woman on the back of your bike from romance novels that I’d read were piling together in my head. Right up until the moment he burst that bubble by saying, “Gotta keep you close so I can keep you safe.”
I was happy that my dad had been right about the Silver Saints being willing to protect me in spite of what he’d done, but I hoped that Knight would have given a different reason for wanting me on the back of his bike. Like he wanted to keep me close for personal reasons…because he felt the pull between us the same as I did.
Shoving my disappointment down, I pasted on a smile and murmured, “Then I guess you better show me how to get on since I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before.”
“Never?” he echoed, his lips curving into a sexy smirk.
I plopped the helmet on my head and mumbled, “Not unless you want to count the little carousel at the grocery store that I talked my dad into letting me ride once when I was three.”
“Being on the back of my bike is gonna be a fuck of a lot more fun than that, baby.” He dropped his hand from my arm and pointed at a small piece of chrome with a skull imprinted on top that was sticking out toward the back of the bike. “Put your foot on the passenger peg and use my shoulder for balance. Then swing your leg back and over, just like I did.”
I followed his instructions, surprised by how comfortable I felt perching on the seat behind him. “Now what?”
He reached behind me to yank me closer, and I let out a little squeal. “You gotta stick close to me while we ride, baby.”
“That won’t be a hardship,” I mumbled under my breath.
His husky laughter let me know that I hadn’t been as quiet as I thought. “Keep your feet on the pegs. They’ll help you stay steady while we’re riding, and they’ll keep your legs away from the exhaust pipe. It gets hot as fuck, and I’d hate for you to burn your pretty legs.”
“I’ll be careful,” I reassured him as I pressed my knees against his hips.
“I’m gonna drive fast to get you to the safety of the compound as quickly as possible, but I’ll be careful too, baby. I have precious cargo on the back of my bike. No way am I going to take any unnecessary risks.”
Listening to the big, muscular biker talk like that was so sweet, tears welled in my eyes. Pressing my face between his shoulder blades, I whispered, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He twisted around and murmured, “I like that I’m gonna be your first.”
I was glad the helmet hid the color in my cheeks as they heated, my imagination running away as I put a different meaning behind his words. Especially since he knew that I was a virgin.
Then he started the engine on the bike, and the rumble between my legs made me vividly aware of how damp my panties were. My entire world had fallen apart, but my mind wasn’t on all of the things that had gone wrong while Knight drove me back to the Silver Saints compound. Instead, I was focused on how good it felt to be wrapped around him with the wind whipping around our bodies and his motorcycle vibrating between my legs. The last thing I should’ve been thinking about at the moment was sex—especially since I’d done just fine without it for nineteen years—but I couldn’t stop my imagination from running wild.
Knight sparked my libido, a feat no other man had accomplished. My body didn’t seem to care about the wildly inappropriate timing. With my front pressed against his back, I was as close to him as I’d been to any man. It was a good thing I dressed warmly because my nipples were pebbled so hard that it would be impossible for Knight to miss my reaction to him without the layers between us.
