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I’m wearing my Alexander Wang studded platform sandals, my white lab coat over a black Valentino crepe couture skirt and a lovely emerald-green button-up sleeveless silk shirt that I found in the bargain bin at Saks.
“Into what?” I ask, genuinely confused. “And why?”
“You’ll be riding with me on my Sturgis.”
“Sturgis?”
“Yeah. My Harley. Vintage,” he replies proudly.
I’m still not getting it. “And…?”
He waves his hand from my chest to my feet. “You ain’t dressed for it.”
“Oh.” The light comes on. “Of course.”
I slip out of my lab coat, draping it over the reception chair, then grab my Saint Laurent hobo bag, and head for the door. “Let’s go,” I toss him a sultry smile as I walk past him.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Trigger
Ihelp Evanee on the back of my sled as Crank and Zero head towards me. Crank is chewing on a hotdog. “What’s happenin’ now?” he says as he swallows the last half of it whole and then burps.
Evanee smiles at them in a way that makes me wanna punch them. “We’re going to your president,” she tells them. She’s got her skirt hiked up around her thighs, the front of her high heels on the passenger foot pegs, and she’s tuggin’ on the helmet I handed her. It’s like she was born to ride a bike.
This is the woman of my dreams I tell myself ignoring the asswipes who can’t stop looking at her long legs. She wraps her arms around my waist and presses up against me as I climb on in front of her. “I’m ready,” she whispers in my ear in way that speaks to my dick. I will it to behave because riding a bike with a boner is fucking uncomfortable.
“You ride?”
She nods into my shoulder blades. “I used to have a 1998 Valkyrie.”
“Are you fucking kiddin’ me?” I twist my head to look at her. “GL1500C?”
She grins at my enthusiasm. “Yes, that’s the one.”
“What happened to it?”
“My father decided it was too dangerous for me. He replaced it with my BMW, and call me shallow, but who can say no to an i8 Roadster.”
My nipples get hard as I think of her drivin’ her own bike next to me, decked out in black leather from head to toe.
The four of us roar away from the curb and head to the clubhouse. I’m having trouble thinking with Evanee pressed into me. I can feel her tits against my back and want to be naked with her lying on my back, feelin’ her body touching mine. I don’t know how I’d fuck her that way, but I’d been willin’ to give it a try.
My head ain’t where it needs to be. It should be focused on the fact that I’m taking her to an unplanned meeting with Hangman. He’s gonna kick my ass, but I’m obsessed with her and even if I don’t know her all that well, I’m gonna have to talk the prez into leaving her alone. If I can’t get through to him, I’ll never have sex with her and my dick will get so depressed it’ll fall off, run away from home, and find someone who’s willing to ride it.
When we get to the clubhouse, there’s no one around to open the gates.
“What the fuck?” I snarl at Zero as if it’s his fault the gate isn’t manned.
He boots down his kickstand and swings himself off his bike. “I swear to god you guys have your heads up your asses sometimes,” he grumbles as he walks to the gate, climbs six feet up the fence, then punches the buttons on a keypad that’s practically invisible unless you know where it is. The gate slowly slides open.
“I didn’t know we had that,” I say, feeling like maybe I was told and then forgot.
“It’s new!” Crank yells over the noise of his idling bikes. “Coyote installed it two weeks ago.”
“Fucking asshole,” I say under my breath wondering if I’m the only that didn’t know.
After we park, I get off the bike, then turn to Evanee who’s still straddling it. I lose my breath as she takes off her helmet, then shakes out her hair. It’s beautiful – the rich color, the curls, the way it frames her face. Windblown, it’s so sexy I want to bury my face in it.
