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I loved having her on my bike. She never had to ask to ride with me.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I leaned up and kissed her neck. “Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere you want to take me.”
Lying back, I stretched and pulled her closer. “I can do that.”
It was still early, and the guys were still asleep, so we didn’t pass anyone in the hallway when we left my room and went into the bathroom. We showered together, and I washed her hair, enjoying the view of the suds sliding over her perky nipples and down her luscious body. I controlled myself, but when my dick got hard, I didn’t try to hide it. She knew what she did to me. She also knew she was the only woman in the world who could get me hard.
I hissed when she let her fingers drift down my length with soapy hands, washing my body as I stood there with clenched teeth. We rinsed and stayed in the hot spray until the water started to cool, and then I toweled her off, dropping kisses on her fresh skin and licking a few droplets, loving her taste. By the time we wrapped a towel around ourselves and went back to my room, I was already wishing we could stay home in bed so I could ravish her all day. However, my woman wanted me to take her for a ride, and I couldn’t deny her anything.
She put on a pair of my sweats, which she had to tie and roll up around her waist to keep from falling, and one of my black T-shirts. While skirts and crop tops were sexy on Tori, nothing compared to her wearing my clothes, her hair wet and her face fresh. She was stunning, and I was one lucky son of a bitch.
Once we were dressed, we left before anyone in the house was awake. I was no longer worried about Joker seeing Tori with me, but leaving early meant a longer day with her. We rode through town, and I breathed in the morning air, feeling like a new man.
We went to her place first, where, to my dismay, she changed into her clothes. Once she was ready, we took off for the day on my bike. She held on tight and enjoyed being lost in the wind as I hugged the curves of the back roads around Atlanta. Through my mirror, I could see her smiling with her eyes closed, soaking up the freedom you could only find on the back of a bike. I grinned, loving how happy she was with me.
Around lunchtime, we stopped and ate, grabbing burgers from a hole-in-the-wall place only a few knew about. We sat at an old wooden picnic table beside their graffiti-covered building, ate the best burgers in town, and tossed fries at each other to see who had the best aim and could make it in the other’s mouth.
She was a blast to be with. I didn’t need to be anyone but myself when I was with Tori. I didn’t have to think about the crew or the next supply run. I didn’t have to perform on The Strip or be the best. It was the most relaxed I had been in a long while. Not that I hated being all those other things, but I loved who I was with Tori the best.
After lunch, we drove to The Strip. Seeing it empty in the middle of the day was weird, but she wanted to ride with me while I raced up and down the track. She liked to go fast, the speed spiking her adrenaline in a way I knew all too well, and when I started to do a few of her favorite stunts, she stayed on, showing me exactly how ballsy she was. I had never stunted with a passenger, but Tori was brave, holding on and laughing when I leaned her over the handlebars and brought the back tire up. She trusted me, and having her trust meant the world to me.
I would never let anything bad happen to her again.
Never.
Spending the day together was perfection, and when I took her back to her apartment, she pulled me inside and blew me before sending me on my way happy, relaxed, and with a grin that made my cheeks burn.
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, Tori was across The Strip from me. She was wearing a cropped sweater, showing me her tiny waist and her new piercing, which was sexy as fuck. A tiny skirt covered her thighs, and I reached down and adjusted my hard cock, knowing she was bare under that skirt. No panties. Easy access. It was how I liked it. I wanted nothing between me and my girl when it was time for me to fuck her. And knowing I was the only person there who knew she was bare was the icing on top.
I was excited about where the night would take us—sex followed by falling asleep in each other's arms—whether it was my place or hers. But that excitement was dashed when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Tori: Gracie’s here.
I looked around, searching for Gracie. Tori was probably losing her shit having her baby sister there surrounded by all the bullshit. When I finally found her in the crowd, my heart dropped. She was laughing with Remy, a recruit for the Border Lords. He was so new that he hadn’t realized he was in our territory.
It happened. Border Lords came by to start shit, but they usually brought backup, and as I scanned the crowd around Gracie and Remy, there were no other Border Lords to be found.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to my boys before I started across the crowd toward Gracie.
She was a shorter, younger version of Tori, except she had more curl to her cropped hair and was a little chunkier. She had a baby face and looked a little younger than seventeen, but she was adorable in a little sister kind of way.
When I reached her side, she smiled, happy to see me. “Hey, Koah. What’s up?”
She was too chipper, which meant she didn’t realize she was making her sister crazy by being at The Strip.
Ignoring the Border Lord, I settled my eyes on her. “Your sister knows you’re here.”
She shrugged, her brows pulled low in confusion. “So?”
I ran my fingers through my hair. I had no problem being the bad guy except for when it came to Gracie and Tori. I swallowed, knowing I was about to piss her off. “So she doesn’t want you here.”
Her shoulders stiffened, and her eyes narrowed on me. “I wasn’t aware she owned The Strip.”
I grinned; a memory of Tori saying similar words to me when she first started coming around raced through my mind.
I held my hands up. “Listen, I don’t want to get between two sisters, but maybe I should take you home.”
