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“I’m going to die.” Because now it’s just a steady flow of cars. They’re going around me on both sides of the highway…
“Alexandrea.” The warmth of the motorcycle and his strong voice makes me wonder if I’ve lost my mind. Like am I conjuring him up as though it’s my last dying wish?
“Listen to me. I need you to follow everything I say.” His voice is calm and strong. I guess I’m not dead because I can hear him… and I’m about ready to throw up.
“Help me,” I scream, turning to look at him, but his voice stops me as my body instinctively obeys.
“Do not look at me. I need you to stay focused. Don’t take your eyes off the road. Follow my lead, and I’ll get you to safety,” he yells, and suddenly, I’m sweating even more.
“That’s it, Alex, nice and easy. Stay with me.” His voice is like a caress, like a security blanket wrapping around my tired limbs as I maneuver the scooter to the right.
My eyes remain glued to the shiny black bike and Dean Powers’s thigh. He holds up his hand to the traffic and, as though he were a god, all the horns and vehicles seem to obey and stop.
I can’t breathe. I can barely see, but I can feel him as I maneuver the scooter to the right side and into a parking lot with a building that says Fish Market.
Cars whiz by. I’m pretty sure I hear people cheering. I know I hear fuck-yous, but none of that matters as I jump off the scooter and drop my backpack.
I’m alive.
Dean Powers saved me. The world stops as I watch him get off his bike and walk toward me. My eyes connect with his, and suddenly, the oncoming traffic might be safer? If I jump on the scooter, maybe I can get away. No question, I need to run.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls when I start to back away.
Out of nowhere, the terror racing through my veins is nothing compared to the throb between my legs.
Holy fuck, I’m on fire, and what’s worse, I thinkhe knows it.
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“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss, trying to rein myself in and not shake her so much her teeth rattle. I’d paddle her ass so hard she couldn’t sit for days without thinking about this moment. She deserves it. In fact, she needs it. What the fuck was she thinking?
If someone had told me that one woman would completely torpedo into my life and fuck everything up, I’d have laughed in their face.
Christ, had I not left when I did… I grab her arm and drag her around the corner of the small market so at least we’re out of sight, then swing her around to face me.
“Dean Powers…” she pants out, her eyes huge and spilling with tears, and for a second, I almost soften. She’s hysterical, but I’m fucking livid.
“Are you crazy?” I tighten my grip.
She reaches to hold on to my jacket.
“I was just… oh God, I don’t feel good,” she pants out, her grip tightening on my jacket.
Every time she breathes, her body presses closer to mine. My jaw twitches.
“Alexandrea,” I murmur.
Her head snaps back, her green eyes spilling with tears as the adrenaline of what just happened floods straight down to my cock. She keeps clinging to me, trying to get air in her lungs.
“I just wanted to get home. Someone cut me off—”
“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t ride a fucking e-scooter on Pacific Coast Highway.” This time, I do shake her as her eyes darken. Her cheeks, which were pale, are now stained pink. I’m literally holding myself in check, but if she says one more thing…
“It’s not my fault—”
And that’s it.
Done.
