Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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I stared at Ridley’s bike.
“I’m not getting on that,” I denied forcefully.
I hadn’t been on a motorcycle since I was a teenager, and dumb enough not to realize how badly I could be hurt if I got on one and an accident were to have occurred.
“You already missed your bus,” he pointed out, sounding almost cheerful about that fact.
I glared at him.
“I know,” I said.
It had been his fault, too.
He’d held me up talking to a few of the members of his club that rode down with him, and I’d let time get away from me.
So, I’d missed the bus, and now I had no other option but to ride with him or wait for the next bus. Which wasn’t until tomorrow at two in the afternoon.
I couldn’t wait that long, either.
Gritting my teeth, I held out my hand for him to hold on to, then I mounted the bike behind him.
And I got a good look at the patch on his back.
The Uncertain Saints lettering was curved along the top of the top curvy patch. In the middle was a grim reaper, and on the bottom it said Uncertain, TX.
My belly clenched as I read those words.
A long ago memory of my brother and me talking after one of our many fights about him riding a motorcycle had centered on The Uncertain Saints MC.
Mainly, my brother had been considering joining their club, and I kind of lost control.
I wouldn’t say it was one of my finest moments.
Now, I wished I could take back all the ugly things I’d said about The Uncertain Saints.
Now that I knew Ridley, anyway.
I’d only known Griffin, Wolf and Peek for about two hours now.
I could only go by what I’d learned over these last couple of hours, but impress me they did.
“You’re going to have to get closer to me,” Ridley said, his voice rumbling softly.
I scooted forward until my thighs were just barely touching the outside of his thighs and ass.
He chuckled.
“More,” he said. “You can get further away once you’ve learned how to lean with me. Until then, I need you plastered to my back. Your crotch up against my ass.”
I licked my lips and scooted forward more, not stopping until there was nothing left between us but our clothes.
“Better,” he said. “Just hang on.”
I nodded, pressing my face against his leather vest.
It was rough against my skin, making me yearn for his bare skin against mine.
Things started to throb to life…things that hadn’t had any life to them in a very long time.
And then he started the bike.
I moaned and closed my eyes, the vibrations ripping through my body like live wires.
Everything tingled.
“God,” I whispered.
“What was that?” Ridley yelled.
I felt his growly voice as well as heard it, making me shiver.
“You didn’t give me a helmet!” I lied through my teeth.
He reached forward and pulled his helmet off his gas tank, handing it to me without another word.
I took it and strapped it on, but I fumbled the buckles one too many times, causing Peek, who was still standing next to his bike, to come over to me and fix the straps with smooth, practiced movements.
“Thank you!” I yelled over the roar of the engine once he was finished.
Peek smiled, making me tremble.
He was older, yes, but he was still handsome.
“You’re welcome, girl,” he said.
And that Irish accent of his did funny things to my hoo-ha too. Not anything like Ridley’s words did to me, but still effective enough that I was very aware of how nice the vibration of the bike felt against my body.
Ridley’s hand on my thigh had me turning to him.
His face was turned to the side, and he was studying my interaction with Peek.
I bit my lip so he wouldn’t see me smile.
He was jealous.
I could read that easily on his face.
Then I frowned when I realized I’d taken his helmet.
“You need a helmet, too,” I told him harshly.
He shrugged.
“I’ll stop on the way and get one,” he said unapologetically. “You can have mine until we get it.”
I leaned forward slightly, pulling my phone from my back pocket as I did.
Then I quickly Googled bike shops in Houston, finding one within two miles of where we were currently located.
“Here’s one,” I said, showing him the map.
He snorted and yelled something at Peek I didn’t quite catch, then we were merging into traffic.
My heart raced, pounding so hard that I wondered if Ridley could feel it.
The bike accelerated and I tucked my chin down, resting my head against his broad back, right over the grim reaper patch.
I watched traffic pass us by, breathing starting to come in shallow pants as adrenaline coursed through my veins.
By the time we arrived at the Harley Shop, less than five minutes later, I was actually starting to enjoy the ride.
Bikes pulled up next to us scant moments later, and I smiled at Peek who did nothing to hide the charming smile that graced his sexy face.