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“Over easy,” I said.

“Same.” Wilde sat beside Celt.

“Will Rex be at the bonfire?” I asked. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickled as the man’s name crossed my lips.

“Nah,” said Cook. “Just a few of the boys and a couple of babes.” He looked up at Wilde. “You don’t mind a few of the club’s mamas out there to get the boys’ rocks off, true?”

Wilde laughed. “Old hat, man. Old fucking hat.”

Why did that comment feel like a hot iron searing its way through my gut? The mamas, sweet butts, or more aptly, club whores, didn’t bother me as long as they left me out of their shit. For some reason, it wrecked me that Wilde acted as if he might partake in that.

Get a fucking grip, Bou. He’s a good—nah, he’s a great fuck, but you know this is going nowhere fast.

My brother cleared his throat after a minute of silence. “Super chill out in the hills. You two in?”

I looked over to Wilde who gave a small nod.

“Sure,” I said at length, making a sandwich with the biscuit, egg, and bacon. “Yeah, we’ll be there.”

* * *

Late that afternoon, the sun crept toward the horizon. I closed the shop and turned to my bike, Wilde already sitting on the back. His perfectly kissable lips were pursed, and his brows were heavy as he looked over my ride.

“What are you puzzling over?” I asked.

His expression opened almost to a smile before he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into his side, and claiming my lips in one swift move.

I moaned into the kiss and squeezed my legs together to staunch the sudden heat at my thighs’ juncture. After a few delicious tangles of our tongues, I ripped myself away, panting. “If you keep that up, we’re not going to make the bonfire.”

His chest rumbled and blue flames sparked in his eyes. His voice was low and scratchy with lust as he said, “I don’t see the fucking problem,” just before he captured my mouth again.

I didn’t want to argue. In fact, I wanted nothing more than to give in to the demands he was making with his tongue, go back inside, and create our own private bonfire. He’d wrapped his hand around my braid and pulled while at the same time holding me closer to him so that he could control the searing kiss. I pushed at Wilde’s chest. When he relented, my lips tingled, longing for his as I answered, “I told Celt we’d be there. If we’re not, he’ll come looking.”

Wilde’s half-hooded eyes squeezed shut as if he, too, was trying to put aside thoughts of how hot our two-person bonfire would burn. He pulled tighter on my braid, groaned, and looked back at my bike like he’d been examining it when I’d emerged from the shop. His throat worked, then he said, “Not sure I can ride bitch up to a party with a bunch of other bikers hanging around.”

“No?” I pursed my lips. Not having a car, I truly had no other solution for getting us there.

He shook his head. “No, but with this fucker on my foot, you gotta do the shifting.”

Then, without warning, he slapped the seat in front of him and moved me away just enough to stand and swing his casted leg off the backside of my bike. He stomped off, calling behind him, “Put ’er away. We’re fucking taking Betty.”

“Wh—” I started, but even limping, he’d put enough distance between us that I’d have to yell to ask.

I started up the engine and rode around the other side of the shop. Wilde was already at the shed out back, the cover half off Betty.

After parking, I circled over to him and grabbed his arm. “What the fuck are you planning? You just said yourself that you can’t shift.”

“I’m driving. You’re shifting my gears.” He looped a muscle-bound arm around my waist as if to emphasize the double meaning in his words. With a quick and highly efficient move, he yanked my body against his. His massive, hard cock pressed into my lower stomach, and as I crashed into his chest, my nipples peaked and scraped hard against my tank top. I groaned.

He kissed me just below the jawline. “You shifted my fucking gears this morning with that little episode of yours. Pretty sure we can make this happen.” Then, issuing a purely manly sound that said he didn’t want to let go, he released his hold and tossed the cover onto a large hook hanging from the wall.

Wet and rubbing my thighs together to stifle the need, I was a bit jealous when he straddled Betty and pushed her out of the shed without breaking eye contact. And damn me if that didn’t remind me of how he forced our gazes to remain locked while he’d finished me off this morning and kept me seeing fireworks as he lost himself in me. I cleared my throat, trying to get a handle on my desires.

When he had her outside, he pressed start, and her engine growled to life. Wilde’s eyes sparkling, he pushed himself back on his seat and patted the space he’d made for me in front of him. I didn’t truly understand what he intended. Did he want me to drive his bike? That wouldn’t be a great idea. I knew every little nuance of my own but handling his massive ride with him on the back would be something entirely different. “I’m not sure—”

“I’m riding. And using you to shift.”

My knee bounced several times as I hesitated. The thought of him using me sent a shockwave through my core and ignited a fuse up my spine.

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