When Harrison and Chelsea stand to leave, I get up too. I’ve been snuggled between Jasper and Quinn for a while now, and I feel the loss of their heat as soon as I stand.
“Where are you going?” Quinn asks, standing up next to me.
“I’m catching a ride with Harrison and Chels.”
“You didn’t drive?” Jasper says from my other side.
I shake my head no. “Car wouldn’t start.”
When I go to follow Chelsea, Quinn grabs my hand, stopping me. “We got her Rock.”
Harrison quirks his eyebrow at me, silently asking if it’s okay. I love that he cares, it’s been a long time since someone has. I nod, letting him know I’m good.
“Ready babe? We need to get you out of this cold before you catch one. Wouldn’t be good to be sick over Christmas.”
When we get to their bikes Jasper solves the dilemma. “I call dibs. Holly’s riding with me.” I’ve never met such a happy person as Jasper. He’s always smiling and cracking jokes. His personality is infectious.
“Here babe put this on. You’ll be freezing without it.” Jasper says while holding his leather jacket out for me to put on.
“What about you? Won’t you be cold?”
“I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine.”
Jasper gets me seated on his bike before he gets on himself. While he’s getting situated, I look over to see Quinn staring at us. Seconds later, Jasper’s motorcycle roars to life and Quinn’s right after.
“Wrap your hands around me Doll and hold on tight.” I do as he says, but he grabs my thighs and brings me even closer. The thrum of the bike feels good to my over-sensitized skin. I could get used to this, I think to myself before we’re cruising down the road and I’m hanging on tight.
Quinn follows behind us the entire way to Green Tree Inn. I didn’t even think to tell them where I was staying until halfway through the drive. It dawned on me we were going the right direction though. When we were stopped at a light, I tried to tell Jasper where to go, but he just nodded like he already knew. They must have got the info from the guys.
Quinn parks and gets off his bike quickly so he can help me off Jasper’s bike. As soon as I’m standing, my knees buckle, and I start to fall when Quinn holds me up. “Easy Precious. You’ll get used to it after a few times.”
“Will there be a few more times on the back of your bikes?”
“So many more times you’ll lose count,” Quinn says in a gravelly voice, making my core clench.
They’ve been touching me all night, slowly driving me crazy and making me needy. As much as I want to invite them into my room, something is holding me back. It’s not the right time to start a relationship. Except they are breaking through all my walls and every excuse I’ve got is slowly dying inside me.
They walk me to my room and each place a chaste kiss on my lips before pushing me inside. They refuse to leave until I’ve locked all three locks on the door. Every word is backed up by small actions. They are proving to me each day they can be the kind of men that can hold onto me.
