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She sighed. “Probably not.” She bit her lip and stared at him. A thought popped into her head, and she reached into her bag for her phone. She pulled up her boss’s name and texted, telling her she was going out with a guy and snapped a picture of his license in the text. She could have sent it to Macy, but she had the feeling Macy would not approve of this date.
She got an immediate reply from her boss. Damn, girl, he’s freakin’ gorgeous. Have fun. Wear a helmet and a condom.
Chey chuckled.
“We good now?”
She glanced up at Trax, who was clearly amused by her safety measures. Cheyenne nodded and gave him back his license. He snagged her hand and stepped away, pulling her with him toward his bike across the lot.
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He’d had women on the back of his bike before. He didn’t hold the spot sacred like some of his brothers had. It was a fucking ride, not a status symbol. It didn’t mean shit. Until now. Only with one other woman, his ex, did he have the feeling of wanting a woman on his bike to actually mean something. Cheyenne was awkward, not holding on to his waist as tight as most women would have. She made a point of scooting back so her legs didn’t lie against his.
Fuck no, he wasn’t having any of that. He wanted her pressed against him. He’d shifted gears purposely to force her against his back. By the third time, she seemed to get the message, not bothering to readjust herself. Somewhere along the ride, she moved her hands from his shoulders to his waist. Fucking perfect.
The ride was too short for his liking. He could get used to her arms wrapped around his waist. Preferably naked, but he wouldn’t complain about this either. As he skirted the hill, she clung to him, her fingers digging into his leather. The view would be worth it, but the ride wasn’t for the faint of heart. He took the turns slower than usual to keep her calm. He could tell without looking each time she looked over the cliff. Her arms would tighten around his stomach, and she’d move her head closer to his shoulder. He smirked. He’d bet his next paycheck her eyes were glued shut.
It was late in the day, and the sun was setting. They wouldn’t catch the whole view, but even the partial was impressive. He pulled into the open, empty lot and then turned off the ignition. He was prepped to tell her how to get off when her hands came to his shoulders, and she dismounted. He released the kickstand and steadied the bike before swinging his leg over the seat and straightening. He watched as she unstrapped the helmet and then shook her hair out. Her hand drove through her dark locks and stopped in mid-strand.
She twisted her lips. “Oh, that sucks.”
Trax smirked. “Knots. Gotta tie it back next time.”
She gave him a side glance. “How do ya know there will be a next time?”
Such a smartass. He grasped her hand, threading his fingers through hers, and tugged her into his side, bringing his mouth down to hers for a kiss. He was quick, not giving her any chance to pull away. When he pulled back, her cheeks were heated, and she remained silent.
“Come on.” He kept hold of her hand. Holding hands? Who the fuck was he? He couldn’t remember the last time he held a woman’s hand. Even back with his ex. She wasn’t big on affection in public, at least not with him. Cheyenne was different, though. She seemed to tighten her grip with the pads of her fingers sliding over his skin. He caught the faint caress over his knuckles. The innocent touch shot straight down to his dick.
“How far is it?”
“Just up the bend.”
They walked a few more yards, and the woods opened to the view over the skyline. He traveled a lot with the club, had taken more than his share of road trips, but nothing compared to the view of the canyon.
“Wow, this is amazing.” Her tone was pure awe, and she released his hand, moving closer to the edge. He mirrored her steps in case he needed to grab her. The drop was deadly. He waited for her to say something, but she stood, gazing out at the view, a serene smile spread across her lips. She shifted and moved to the ground, taking a seat close to the edge. She patted the spot next to her, glancing up. He sat, resting back on his hands while she sat straight with her legs crossed.
“I’m surprised they don’t close the park.”
“They do, babe.”
“When?”
“About an hour ago.”
She jerked her head. “How’d we get in, then?”
“Back entrance. They leave it unlocked for the night ranger.”
“So, are we trespassing?” Her face paled. “Are we breaking the law? Oh God, can we go to jail for this?”
Her face was too amusing, and he couldn’t contain himself. He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, yes, and maybe, but chances are we’d get off with a warning.” He leaned closer. “Afraid of doing time?”
Her eyes widened. “Uh, yeah. Can you imagine me in prison? They’d eat me alive.”
Trax scoffed. “You’re tough. You’d survive.”
She snorted and then giggled. “No way. I’d probably wind up someone’s bitch and cry in a corner the whole time.”
