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The bike slows and gently swerves to the right. I open my eyes. Relief that I’m almost at work fills me, followed by dread. I’m not ready for our ride to end.
I like Dex. A lot more than I should. This is the first time we’ve been alone together. Yet, spending time with him without our friends around feels natural.
I doubt he feels the same way.
In the distance, I spot my building and tap Dex’s shoulder. “It’s up there on the right.”
He nods to acknowledge the direction and the bike slows.
All too soon, he’s pulling into the parking lot of the small brick building where I spend my days. He stops at the curb a few feet past the entrance, plants his feet on the ground, and shuts the bike down. The loss of the buzzing between my legs disorients me for a moment. Like a weirdo, I hug Dex one last time, then brace myself on his shoulder and reverse what I did to get on the bike.
Whoa.My legs quiver like I’ve punished them with a hundred squats. I stumble backward. Dex reaches for me, curling an arm around my waist to steady me.
“Thanks. My legs are like jelly.” I unstrap my helmet. “But I loved the ride.”
Unsure of what to do—give the helmet back or keep it and give it to Griff next time I see him—I tuck it under my arm.
“Any time you want, I’ll give you a ride,” he answers.
Not the kind of ride I’m thinking of.
As if he’s heard my unspoken desire, the smile slides off his face. He’s all business again. “What time are you done?”
“Usually five.” Damn, how am I going to get home? It’s not like Ubers or Lyfts are easy to find or cheap in my neck of the woods. I have a few people I’d feel comfortable asking to give me a ride but it doesn’t solve my problem of getting to work tomorrow and the next day. “Think my car might be ready by then?”
He shrugs. “Don’t know. I’ll check in with Griff, and I’ll be here at five to pick you up.”
“Wait. You don’t have to do that.”
The shroud of seriousness that seemed to surround him at the cemetery disappears. A playful, almost flirty smile flickers over Dex’s mouth. “Nah, little firecracker. That’s not how it works.”
Why does my heart thump faster every time he calls me “firecracker?” “Howwhatworks?”
He fires up the bike, the loud rumble shaking the pavement and forcing me to lean in to hear his answer. “Biker code: I rescued you, so now you’re mine.”
CHAPTERTHREE
Dex
Five o’clock.
I’ll be waiting at the curb for Emily.
Why am I stupidly looking forward to seeing her again?
And why the fuck did thatnow you’re minecomment have to spill out of my mouth? Way to scare the woman.
Must be from having her on the back of my bike. Girl tried her best to squeeze my insides out my ass, but damn, it felt good having her there. Other women have been in that seat since my wife died but not for long, and none ever felt soright.
As I pull out of the parking lot, I try to ignore the way my body tingles in all the places Emily touched me. And all the places Iwantedher to touch me. Having her on the back of my bike was heaven and hell rolled into one. Like a masochist, I’ll be doing it again in about six hours.
And I can’t wait.
At the next stoplight, I flick the radio on and turn up the volume to drown out the memory of Emily’s voice in my head.
The music doesn’t work. Irritated with myself, I note Emily’s job isn’t that far from Crystal Ball.
What do you think you’re going to do? Stop by for lunch dates?
