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“Everyone good there?”
For all his hardass ways, Kase had two things he loved. The Ghosttown Riders and his family. His caring side was rarely shown, but it was there locked behind a hard shell.
“Yeah, all is good.”
There was a slight pause.
“Fruity Pebbles still there?”
Caden rolled his eyes. “You always gotta be the asshole.”
Kase laughed. “Since the day ya met me, brother.”
“Marissa’s here.”
Another pause had Caden tightening his grip on the phone. He’d let the nickname slide, but if Kase said anything else derogatory about her, there would be an issue between the brothers.
“You bringing her on Sunday?”
Cade drew in a breath. “Will it be a problem if I do?”
The silence was expected. He figured Kase would have something to say. Possibly something crude, which would piss him off.
“Only for you, Cade.” Kase snorted. “My guys catch sight of her, shit’s gonna piss ya off. Your call.” Kase laughed. “I’ll see ya when I see ya.”
“Later.” He hung up and made his way to Marissa.
“You ready?”
She smiled bouncing on her toes. “Yes.”
Caden flipped up his helmet and strapped it on before grabbing hers and putting it over her head. He nudged her chin, and she cocked her head up. He latched the strap tightly.
“Good or too tight?”
“It’s fine. How come you don’t have one that covers your whole head like this one?”
“’Cause my face ain’t as pretty as yours.”
“I like your face.”
He chuckled and lifted his leg over the bike, kicked up the stand, and started the engine. “So you keep telling me.” He glanced back as she stood in her spot, eyeing the bike.
“Come here.” She stepped closer, and he pointed down to the peg. “Put your right foot there and swing the other leg over.”
She lifted her right leg and lost balance. His arm shot out to steady her. “Gotta put your hands on my shoulders.”
“Oh, right.” She gripped his shoulders and stepped up onto the peg, swung her left leg over the back, and sat down. Her body pressed against his back. She gripped his shoulders and shouted over the engine, “Will I fall off?”
He looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Not if you hold on. Hands around my waist, Riss.”
Her hands wound around his waist and gripped his stomach.
It had been awhile since he’d had a first timer on his bike. Most women he’d been with ran with bikers, and those who didn’t still had been on a bike before. The last time he had a newbie on his bike was about eight years ago. Trevor.
He took the ride slower than he usually would. She gripped him tighter on turns or when they reached the straightaway on the backroads. He liked it. He’d always preferred riding without a passenger, but he was rethinking it with Marissa on the back of his bike.
Her helmet knocked against the back of his. It had happened a few times during the ride. She yelled over the engine, “Sorry” each time. He gripped her thigh, giving her a squeeze.
