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I sigh because I know Ro’s not gonna like what I’m about to say. “The President of Preacher’s MC needs to speak with me.”
“Thewhat? Do you know how scary Presidents are? Have you lost your mind?”
I smile at her outrage and confusion. “I’m gonna be fine, Ro. I don’t know exactly what it’s about, but Preacher Man here thinks those bikers were here to kidnap me, and, well, that’s about all I know so far.”
Ro looks from me and then to Preacher, suspicious as hell. “And what ifhe’strying to kidnap you for the same reason?”
“I’m not,” Preacher adds with a frown. “We already have someone with Gia’s skills in the MC, so it’s not necessary.”
“See, Ro, they don’t need me.” Which honestly gives me a shit ton of relief. “So let’s take this baby for a spin, Preach. Ro, I’ll text you later. Promise, babes.”
She takes a step back, still unhappy as she eyes Preacher warily, and then because my girl is super smart, she takes a quick photo of his license plate.
“Text me by midnight or else.”
She holds up her phone and says, “Gia, you know I’ve got your location on my phone. Don’t make me come looking for you.”
“Will do,” I promise and pat the seat in front of me for Preacher.
He stares at me and hands me his helmet. “You ever been on a bike before?”
I shake my head. “No, but I’m a quick study, and I’ve always wanted to ride on the back of a motorcycle.”
“Well, first of all, I get on first. Not the passenger.”
“Oops.” I hop off the bike and wait for Preacher to settle his big body on the leather seat. He moves gracefully for a guy his size, and I can’t look away.
“Put your hands on my shoulders and sit close.”
“Yes, please,” I practically purr after watching the way his forearm muscles bunch and flex on the handlebars. I happily use the peg and Preacher’s strong shoulders to help me settle on the back of the bike. Then I press my tits against his back, my arms tight around his middle.
“Ready, big guy.”
Preacher laughs. “Hang on tight.”
“Oh, I absolutely will,” I tell him and let my hands roam up and down the hard ripples of his abs, and because I can, I let my hands slide up to his massively sculpted pecs. “Definitely will hang on tight.”
“Keep it clean, Gia.” His voice is gruff but also amused, which means he’s not totally immune to me and my charms.
The engine starts, and I don’t know what is more appealing, the vibrating between my thighs, the feel of my body pressed against Preacher, or the wind against my arms and legs as we cut through the streets of Angel Harbor.
My heart races as I think about what I might see at the clubhouse. I think Preacher is a good man, but I can’t help but worry about what kind of life he leads.
But then again, he’s all man and hot as fuck. I think my good sense just flew out the proverbial window.
This ride is exhilarating. It’s a bigger rush than I ever imagined, and I rest my cheek against Preacher’s back. My first bike ride is an erotic experience, and when the bike stops behind a squat metal building, my pussy is throbbing.
As we pull up to the clubhouse, I see some guys outside, drinking and laughing. It doesn’t look dangerous but looks can be deceiving.
“Off you go,” Preacher says, his deep voice thick and gruff.
I jump off and stay close because my nipples are hard, my tits feel heavy, and I’m pretty sure my panties are one drop away from being soaked. “What’s this?”
“The clubhouse.”
“Oh, cool!” I practically run toward the heavy-looking back door.
“This way,” Preacher calls out, and I catch up with him as we round the building and enter through the front.
