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Grim howls with laughter, and Abyss’s mouth drops open. Once Grim gains his composure, he addresses me.
“Thanks for defending my honor, Sprite, but only members can issue a fine.” He winks at me and turns to Abyss. “Fifty dollars and another fifty for embarrassing my wife.”
Damn, my alabaster skin.
Hopping off the gurney, I take Grim’s hand and lead him toward the door. “Uh… Thanks, Abyss,” I call over my shoulder.
Once we’ve cleared the medical ward, Grim tugs me to a stop. I raise my brow and wait. He smiles sheepishly as he pulls his hair back in a ponytail. My mouth waters, but I keep my hands firmly by my sides and resist the urge to reach out and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Do you have any plans today?” he asks once he’s done.
I raise my now unconfined arm up. “Not really. Think I might test out my newfound freedom.”
Grim smirks, and once again, I wish the ground would swallow me up. I’m not used to double entendres, but living in a biker’s clubhouse has been very educational. Anything innocent can be perceived as a reference to sex.
“How about a ride?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
It’ll be nice to get out of here for a while.
He looks me up and down. “Go put on a long-sleeved shirt and some boots. I’ll meet you in the garage.”
It’s a strange request, but I hustle to our room, slip into a different shirt, and pull on my boots. I take the elevator to the garage, the whole time fidgeting with my hands. I’m a ball of nervous energy. Now that I’m healed, Grim might be ready to go our separate ways.
He swore he’d never cheat. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t have changed his mind.
Despite being married, neither of us has tried to take our relationship past the friend stage. There’ve been some Innocent touches here and there and a few pecks on the mouth but nothing more. And even though Candy’s gone, her words still haunt me. I head to Grim’s truck, but he’s not standing there so I look around and spot him leaning up against his bike typing on his cell. Not wanting to startle him, I slowly approach, but it doesn’t matter. As if there’s an invisible thread tying us together to let us know when the other is near, Grim’s head snaps up, and the corner of his mouth lifts.
He hands me a leather jacket that I slip over my arms. The oil and leather scent invades my nose, and I breathe it in.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod and spin on my heel to return to the truck. Suddenly, I’m lifted off my feet and placed on the seat of Grim’s motorcycle.
I shake my head vigorously. “No, no, nope.”
Grim raises a brow and frowns. “I want to take you for a ride.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and try to climb off the bike. Grim plants his hand firmly on my thigh and raises my chin.
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,” I admit.
He sighs and moves his hands. “I won’t let anything happen. You’ll fucking love it, trust me.”
Idotrust him, but riding fast on a death machine doesn’t sound appealing. And at the same time, he’s done so much for me that I want to do something for him.
“Fine but go slow.”
His eyes light up, and he begins showing me everything that I need to do. Once he runs through the parts of the Harley, where to put my feet, and how to get his attention if I want to stop, he straps a helmet on my head.
Grim swings his leg over to straddle the seat in front of me. Once he’s situated, I limply place my arms around his waist as he instructed. He shakes his head and grips both of my arms and tightens them around his ripped stomach, causing me to scoot forward and plaster my chest to his back. I take a few deep breaths and count to five.
You can do this! Grim won’t let anything happen to you.
Grim starts the bike, and my body shakes from the vibrations. He lifts his feet up and slowly rides out of the garage. I hold on so tight that it’s entirely possible I could squeeze him to death. Grim pats my hands reassuringly and slightly increases the speed.
After a few minutes, the tension in my back eases, and I start to enjoy the ride. Unhooking my fingers, I tap his thigh, and we go a little faster. It’s freeing being out on the open road with Grim. We ride around for quite a while before he turns off the main road to a secluded area around some boulders and brings the bike to a stop.
