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“Time? Yeah, I don’t think so,” comes the familiar deep, gravelly voice of my Rider.
“Rider,” Hawk calls out.
Heavy footsteps draw closer to where Tessa and I are in the living room. A second later, my beastly biker steps into view, his massive frame silhouetted against the bay window as he strides toward me. I’m still confused, hurt, and a little angry, but mostly, I’m overwhelmingly relieved that he’s here.
Tears spring to my eyes as Rider closes the distance between us, his brown gaze locking on mine. Before I can register what is happening, Rider scoops me up in his arms and tosses me over his shoulder.
I’m so stunned at the turn of events, I don’t so much as squeak when he promptly turns and stomps back down the hall toward the front door.
“Tell me everything the second you’re done making up!” Tessa shouts from her spot on the couch.
Rider grunts and tightens his hold on me.
“You good?” Hawk asks.
“I am now,” Rider says.
“I was asking Sutton, you brute.”
“I-I’m good,” I manage to say. “Confused. What exactly is happening?”
“I’m doing what I should have done from the start,” Rider grunts. “Sitting you down and telling you the truth.”
“And why can’t we do that here?” I push myself up from where he has me flung against his back.
Rider takes the hint and sets me down, though he circles his arms around my hips to keep me close. “Because if all goes according to plan, my sweet flower, we’re going to need some privacy.”
It takes a second for his meaning to set in, and when it does, my face heats with a blush.
Rider takes my hand and guides me outside, stopping in front of his bike. He turns to me once more, cupping my cheek so tenderly as he tilts my head toward his. “You’re safe with me, Sutton. I’m not… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you any of this shit sooner. I’m not the criminal they’ve made me out to be. I’d never hurt you, and it would kill me if you ever felt uncomfortable or unsafe with me. I’ll explain everything, I promise, just please… Please let me know I haven’t lost you for good. Tell me I don’t scare you.”
This man. The genuine fear in his eyes swallows any last doubt I had about him. After everything he’s been through, his biggest concern is if I’m afraid of him now that I know he’s been in prison.
“You don’t scare me, Rider. No one has ever made me feel safer than when I’m with you.”
He releases all the tension in his muscles and rests his forehead on mine. “Thank you,” he murmurs, though I’m unsure why he’s thanking me. “Let’s get home so I can grovel and explain everything.”
I nod, and Rider steps away, placing his helmet on my head. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before. Never considered it before meeting Rider. The noise, the vibrations, the attention bikes draw from the general public… no, thank you. But now, seeing the sleek machine through Rider’s eyes, I get it.
It’s freedom. And he wants to take me along for the ride.
Rider climbs on his bike and directs me to get on behind him. “Hang on tight, princess. I’ll get you home safely.”
“Home,” I whisper, though I know he can’t hear me over the roar of the engine. We’re going home.
CHAPTERTWELVE
RIDER
Step one of winning Sutton back went better than planned. I expected more resistance, but my girl agreed to come with me without a fight. Not that I gave her much of a choice by throwing her over my shoulder, but still. That has to be a good sign.
Sutton tightens her hold around my torso as I ease my motorcycle around a corner and straighten out. Her legs squeeze around mine, and it takes everything in me not to pull the damn bike over, strip her down, and kiss every inch of her body until she forgives me and tells me she loves me as much as I love her.
Soon. For now, I need to focus on getting my girl home and telling her the truth about everything. If she can still look at me when all of my shame is out in the open, I’ll work on giving her enough orgasms so she can barely walk, let alone run away.
Who the fuck am I right now?These possessive thoughts have plagued me since laying eyes on Sutton all those weeks ago, but now I’ve had her and stand to lose her… they’re more intense than ever.
I pull into my driveway and cut the engine, helping Sutton off before swinging my leg over and standing next to her. She’s shaking, though I’m unsure if it’s from the bike ride or all the anxiety and emotions I’ve caused her.
