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“How about the BMW or the Royal Enfield?” Dane’s gaze swept my lineup of cars—all four of them—and the two bikes. “What happened to those?”
“Please.” Lex was circling around my Harley, taking a closer look. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass him.”
“I sold the BMW and gave the Royal En to Joss,” I told Dane. “It was getting old. Kept my racing baby, though.”
“You hardly need it anymore, with this thing.”
“You wish.” I almost rolled my eyes. “This thing tops out at like two-hundred-and-thirty kilometers per hour.”
“Which is fucking fast,” Lex marveled.
“And why do you need to drive two hundred kilometers per hour?” Dane inquired.
“I just do. My Ninja gets over three-hundred, though.” I grinned as Dane shook his head. “Lex can’t keep up with that in his dreams on that beast of his. But we can hit the highway together now, go for picnics.”
“You two seriously have a death wish,” Dane said, looking at his phone.
“Romantic,” Lex quipped.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the picnic or the death wish.
“You guys finished with the biker foreplay?” Dane asked us. “Johnny’s meeting us at Champagne.”
“Are we walking or driving?” Lex asked.
“My driver’s outside.”
“It’s seven blocks,” I pointed out, already heading for the exit. “Don’t get lazy.”
Dane frowned and stuffed his phone away. Honestly, if I didn’t keep this asshole grounded, he’d be having someone wipe his ass for him.
* * *
We walked to Champagne nightclub with Dane’s bodyguard trailing behind us while I smoked a blunt, Lex smoked a blunt, and Lex and Dane debated the dangers of motorcycle riding. Seriously, the older and the richer Dane Davenport got, the more he turned pussy.
“You need to take some fucking risks,” I told him. “You used to race cars. You’re too comfortable. Too—”
“Safe?” he finished for me. “Alive? All in one piece? Yeah, call me crazy. I have a wife I adore and she’s about to give birth to our first baby. How silly of me to value my own life, not to mention the life of that baby’s father.” He hooked an eyebrow at us. “And the lives of my brother and my best friend.”
“Not cool,” Lex said. “Hitting us with the uncle guilt. Baby’s not even born yet.”
“And I just want you to be alive next month so you can meet the baby,” Dane said innocently.
“We’ll do our best,” I muttered. It came out way more grouchy than I meant it to be.
“And why are you such a bitch lately?” he asked me lightly. “Don’t think we aren’t noticing.”
“I’m not,” I said, like a bitch. I’d been grouchy for days, though.
Ever since the supreme let-down of general living followed on the heels of the entire night I’d spent with Jolie, as my sub, the both of us in utter ecstasy… It was calledDom drop, and I’d read about it once. I’d definitely never experienced it before, though.
It was fucking depressing.
“It’s your birthday,” Dane reminded me. “If I know you at all, this is your jam.”
“What is?” I grouched.
“Uh, you just bought yourself a shiny new toy that you can kill yourself on. And now you’re going out to a great bar to celebrate with your friends, get smashed?”
