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The cushion on the other side of me dips, and Grim lifts my chin until his eyes find mine. He shakes his head then types on his phone.
Grim: Don’t be embarrassed
Me: I’m not. Trying to figure out where to bury his body.
Grim: I can help… I know lots of places
Malice growls as he lifts his gaze from my cell. His eyes dart between me and Grim, and his hands fly with precision. Malice doesn’t speak, leaving me completely clueless as to what they’re discussing. Grim shakes his head and gives Malice a toothy grin which results in Malice abruptly standing to tower over me.
“Ever been on a motorcycle?” he asks.
I strain my neck to look up at him. “No, why?”
He holds out his hand. “Come on.” After I place my hand in his, he tugs me off the couch. “Go put on some jeans, boots, and a jacket if you have one,” he commands.
I cock my head. “You could say ‘please’.”
“Please,” he grinds out.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.”
I give Grim’s forearm a brief squeeze before I saunter away, shaking my ass and giving Malice a show. Peeking over my shoulder, I grin.
Oh yeah, he’s looking.
I rush back to my room and quickly change my clothes and pull my hair into a ponytail. As I touch up my makeup, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Malice might not want Mark here, but he seems to have accepted my presence.
Hell, he’s even seeking me out rather than avoiding me.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I make my way back to the common room to meet Malice. I barrel to a stop when I see him waiting for me. He’s wearing his Saints Purgatory cut and under that, a dark Henley that defines his chest and arms. His jeans hug his thigh muscles, and my panties dampen at the sight.
His quick intake of breath makes me wonder if he’s affected by me the same way I’m affected by him. His eyes roam over my body as he stalks toward me.
“Ready to go?”
“Absolutely.”
Once we get to the garage, Malice points out the pipes on the motorcycle that I need to watch out for before helping me get on the bike. He places a helmet on my head and secures it tightly.
“I’ll start off slow,” he says. “Once you’re comfortable, tap my thigh twice, and we’ll go flying.”
“Flying?” I squeak.
He winks. “You’ll see.”
Malice throws his leg over and starts the engine. My body vibrates from excitement and the power of the motorcycle. Malice revs the engine before pulling my arms around his waist. I scoot closer and lean forward until my breasts are flush with his back.
Sand kicks up behind us after we pull out of the garage and cross the desert. When we reach the asphalt, I tap his thigh twice, and the bike shoots forward. He’s right, I feel like I’m flying.
It’s freeing.
After a while, Malice slows down and stops by a couple of boulders in the middle of nowhere. Climbing off the bike, I stretch my legs while he grabs a blanket and some water out of his saddlebags. The boulders are large enough to provide some shade from the blazing sun, so he spreads the blankets out next to them, and we both drop to the ground.
“You were right.” I twist the cap off the water and take a drink.
“I usually am.” He winks. “For argument’s sake, what was I right about this time?”
“It felt like I was flying.”
