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I pull up at the garage. “If you need a lift, I can give you one. The guys are slammed today. All that construction. I doubt they will get to you today. Probably be tomorrow evening before you’ll be back on the road.”
She glances at her cell phone and then at the garage. “Yeah. Okay. Do you mind making a pit stop? I was on my way to run some errands when I got the flat.”
“Sure. Whatever you need. Neighbor.” I grin and hop out of the truck to give the details to Jim. Stella follows me and gives him her information. “Hey, man. Gonna give her a ride home. Let the old man know I’ll be back later.”
“Sure thing.” He winks at Stella, and she rolls her eyes.
“Follow me.” I lead her to my bike, and she gives me that look again. The one where I must be crazy. “What? Don’t tell me you got a thing against motorcycles, too?”
“I can just get a ride.”
“You scared?”
“No.” She fidgets with her keys.
“Look. You have no reason to trust me, but I promise I’m a safe driver. Been riding since before I could walk. It’s in my blood.”
“I don’t know.”
“You sure you’re related to Shiloh? She would have given her right tit to climb on the back of a motorcycle. Especially one that belonged to a true biker.”
She studies me and my motorcycle. A Fat Boy that my father loved more than he loved me at times. “How well did you know my sister?”
“I never slept with her, if that’s what you’re asking. Let’s just say she knew her way around the brothers of the club. She liked being there. She scratched their itches, and they paid her for her services. If you catch my drift.”
“My sister wasn’t a prostitute.” She snatches the helmet from my hand.
“Never said she was, darlin’. You can put your purse here.” I flip up the top of a saddlebag. It’ll be safe. I swear.”
“Don’t make me regret this.”
“I’ll do my best. Where’s the first stop?”
“Lunch. I’m starving.”
“Anything particular you have in mind?”
“Pizza.”
“I’m at your service.” I go over the basics of being an ideal passenger with her and hope she paid attention.
Stella wraps her arms around me like she’s afraid to touch me. “Babe. You’ve gotta hold on tighter than that. Promise you that I won’t think you’re trying to shove your hands down my pants.”
“Ha. Wishful thinking.”
“Never say never.”
“Ugh.”
“Just enjoy the ride. And if you do want to put your hands down my pants, at least wait until we’re off the road.”
“As if.”
I rev the engine and roar onto the road. Stella holds on tight, her hands practically resting on my cock, which is growing hard with her sweet tits pressed against my back and her thick thighs within reach. Having Stella riding bitch has me forgetting all about Ember.
I pull up to Marco’s and spot some familiar bikes lined up in the lot. Smoke, Sandman, and Hound. Perfect. Hope their ol’ ladies are with them. If Stella can see that we’re good guys, then maybe she’ll ease up on the shit she talks about us.
“You like Marco’s?” She questions, handing me the helmet that I trade for her purse.
