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I hurried toward the back door, flung it open, and stepped outside before he wrapped his hand around my arm. Sighing, I turned to face him, and he dropped his hand. “What?”
“You’re not walking.”
I huffed and started walking toward the road. “You don’t make my decisions, Race.”
He moved around the front of me and stopped, which forced me to stop walking. “It isn’t safe.”
“Look, I’m not in danger anymore, so you’re off the clock.” I gestured toward the clubhouse. “They took care of the Widows tonight. No more threats mean no more babysitter.”
“It’s still not safe to walk home at two o’clock in the morning, Becs.”
I put my hands on my hips. “If this is because I’m pregnant…”
“This is not just because you’re pregnant.” He started to raise his voice, and oddly, I began to feel more comfortable. This was the Race I knew. I didn’t know the guy who held me tonight, so he threw me off my game, but my defenses were back in place. “This is because it’s fucking stupid for any woman to walk around alone at two in the morning, but especially for three miles on a deserted road.”
“I’m twenty-six years old, Race. Didn’t you just remind me of that?” I reminded him sarcastically. “Which means, I make my own decisions.”
He stared at me, his expression intense, before he lifted his hands. “Fine. Do whatever the hell you want.”
I watched him walk toward the clubhouse and frowned. I was surprised he was giving up that easily, but maybe tonight changed some things for us. I suddenly realized how tired I was and turned toward the road again. I was only about twenty feet from the clubhouse and heading for Bear’s house, or I guess my house too now, when I heard the roar of a bike. I didn’t turn back although I assumed it was Bear coming after me. I should’ve known Race would tell Bear I wasn’t doing the smart thing, but I stupidly thought he’d given up.
I shook my head when the motorcycle slowed beside me, but refused to look over until I realized that would do nothing more than piss off my brother, and I didn’t want to do that. Bear lived up to his road name when he was pissed, and not wanting to deal with that, I glanced toward the motorcycle beside me only to do a double take. Race drove beside me, although drove wasn’t quite accurate, considering he was using his feet to walk the bike beside me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He casually glanced my way. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if his gesture was sweet or bossy, but knowing his true feelings, it wasn’t hard to come to a conclusion. “You’re as bad as my brother.”
“That’s not the insult you want it to be,” he shot back.
Facing forward, I continued to walk. “Do you know how stupid this looks?”
“Yep,” he replied easily.
Tilting my head back, I stared at the sky in frustration, but the truth was, I was tired, my feet hurt, and I really didn’t want to walk. I stopped walking and faced him. He didn’t say anything. He only slid forward to make space so I could climb on behind him.
Taking a few steps, I threw my leg over the bike and laid my hand on his shoulder to balance myself. Sitting down, I whimpered a little when the pain in my feet eased and adjusted my weight. With the front of my body pressed tightly to his back, he shifted and attempted to hand me the helmet I hadn’t seen hanging from his other hand.
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
“Put on the helmet, Becs.”
“We’re going three miles,” I reminded him, but he only watched me while holding out the damn helmet. “I’m not wearing it.”
“Then I’m not moving.”
We stared at each other for another minute, and it was clear neither of us were backing down. When I was too tired to care anymore, I grabbed the helmet and muttered. “If I wasn’t tired, you wouldn’t be winning this.”
His lips tipped in a small smirk, but he didn’t say anything. He also didn’t turn around, but instead watched to make sure I actually put it on.
When he was satisfied, he faced the road and revved the engine before lifting his feet and pulling onto the road. I smiled when the vibrations of the engine purred beneath me. I’d grown up on bikes and always loved the power sitting beneath me when I rode.
Race reached back and grabbed my hand before tugging on it so I wrapped my arm around his waist.
Then he laid his hand on my knee, opened the throttle, and we soared down the isolated road.
Chapter 5
