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Patch chuckles next to me, and I realize I’d been staring at her. With a scowl, I contemplate smacking the asshole, but instead, turn my attention back to Levi and notice Alexei walking up to her and Sasha. It’s then that I realize they’re all dressed similarly, and Sasha has her hair braided as well.
Levi turns toward Travis and Ethan and gives them a chin lift. “Usual formation, gents. Drive safe.”
They both give her a two-finger salute, and she nods.
She turns back toward Sasha and Alexei, and they lean forward so that their foreheads touch. They murmur words that almost sound like Russian again. I stare at them in confusion about what they are doing and saying. For fuck’s sake, we need to get on the road.
As they pull apart, I recognize one of the things they said as?? ????????. Then, my jaw drops as they head over to three bikes in the back of the parking lot that I’d seen when we pulled in, but paid no attention to. Patch laughs next to me, but I ignore him and the desire to punch him. Again. Should have named him fucking Chuckles instead of Patch.
Sasha laughs at something that was said and Levi freezes before her cheeks turn a little pink as her gaze flicks toward me. I grin at her, and her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. Damn does it feel good that I can make her blush. She says something back to Sasha, which has her scowling and both Sasha and Alexei laughing as they zip up their jackets.
“Alright, enough kidding around. Let’s head out.” Levi gives us a chin lift, and with that, we head over to our bikes. Thankfully, both Patch and I brought our full-face helmets today so we could use the Bluetooth option if need be.
Assuming we’re going to take the same formation as before with us riding in front of the truck, I start up my girl and pull forward a bit to wait for the trio to take the lead.
Surprisingly, Alexei pulls out first, then Sasha, and finally Levi. With the way they were lined up and staggered, Sasha’s the most inexperienced rider it seems, and with Levi being in the back, she’s an experienced rider who also knows at least some basic sled repairs.
Fuck.
I have to find some way to make Levi mine, cause there’s no way in hell another brother is going to have her as his woman. With a groan, I adjust myself, yet again, before heading out.
?????????[ponimat] = Understand
????[deti] = Kids
I grin as I take in Dragon’s shocked face as he stares at me on my bike. Then he smirks, and I have to bite back a groan when he straddles his own bike.
Fuck, the man is even sexier than before and is definitely going to fuel a lot of late-night fantasies with my BOB. Thankfully, I already had my toys packed before the others came to help me finish up. I don’t think I’d ever be able to face him again if he had found my toys.
Shaking my head to clear my thought’s, I pull out after Sasha and let the feel of the cool spring air wash over me. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a long ride, and I’m definitely looking forward to some wind therapy. I normally don’t wear a full face-mask helmet but with this long of a ride, and with how many people are in the group, we all wanted to be able to use Bluetooth if needed.
As we ride, I can’t help stealing quick glances at Dragon in my mirrors. He shocked me earlier when he apologized and fixed my walls. I didn’t expect either from him. Especially because of his rank within the MC.
While I’ve had my fair share of exposure to bikers, whether it was the Steel Archangel’s or from clubs that were either visiting or passing through Forest Creek, I’d seen a fair amount of bikers that were chauvinistic assholes often surrounded by club bunnies who were meant to service their needs. From what I’d heard as I waited tables from some of the visiting clubs, a few of them had Old Ladies and yet they would still hook up with the bunnies. That I know of, there aren’t any Old Ladies yet in Steel Archangel’s and I don’t know them well enough for if they’d ever cheat on their Old Ladies when, or if, they got one.
That isn’t what I want. I want a man who’ll have my back, be faithful to me, support my dreams, and maybe someday, have a family with. Also, he’d be someone who wouldn’t be put off by my own streak of independence and ability to defend myself. As much as my body and heart want to think Dragon could be different, I doubt he’d be all of that with me. Not to mention he probably didn’t want to be tied down.
The uneasiness that settled in my gut surprised me, along with the swirl of jealousy at the thought of how many bunnies or other women Dragon had been with. Or would be with in the future. I shove those thoughts aside and try to let the road and the wind calm me.
After driving for a few hours, we pull off at a diner with an attached gas station. Whenever we make the trip back home, we always stop to eat here.
After I gas up, I pull up to the diner and crab-walk my bike into a spot. Surprisingly, Dragon pulls up to my left and parks his bike next to mine.
Swinging my leg over, I take off my helmet and make sure everything is still secure. Dragon does the same, but as soon as his helmet came off, I have to resist the urge to run my fingers through his long hair. His piercing blue eyes pin me to the spot, and it seems like he can see right through me.
“How long you been ridin’, Spitfire?”
Damn, that nickname coming off his lips sends a jolt through me. Fuck, this man has me soaking wet with just a look. I’m in trouble. Big time. His smirk has me wondering if he can sense my dilemma. I shake myself internally; and try, yet again, to regain control of my traitorous body.
“Had a dirt bike since I was ten and got a motorcycle as soon as I could. Plus, I’ve ridden with my dad, uncle, grandpa, and some other family for as long as I can remember.”
His eyes widen in surprise before he smiles and damn, does my pussy clench in response.
Down, girl.
“Come on, let’s get some grub.”
I nod and move to follow the others into the diner. He steps up behind me and when his hand lands on the small of my back, tingles shoot through me. I fight to keep a blush off my cheeks, but judging by the wink Sasha gives me, I’m pretty sure I’ve failed miserably.
