I snort a laugh and roll my eyes. “I don’t think it’ll be considered kidnapping if I’m a willing participant.”
His eyes darken and his smile broadens into something more than ornery. It’s disturbing and makes him look evil. “I hope you remember that, little sister.”
“What?” For a split second, I think that he’s going to kill me. I shake it off because that’s a stupid thought. It’s hard to do, but I manage.
“Just saying,” he says, and turns back to his motorcycle.
It’s quiet between us for a while as he tinkers with his bike and I watch, more transfixed by his hands than what he’s actually doing. I move my leg out of nervousness. Also because of the need to move since taking these meds. It’s been hard to stay still.
It draws Jaxon’s attention back to my thighs, and the same hungry look I’ve seen on his face multiple times makes an appearance. Even though it’s a little cooler tonight, I still wore my fishnets and black shorts paired with a shirt to match. It shows off my legs and thighs, which is like a beacon for my brother.
“Can you teach me how to drive this?” I blurt.
Jaxon finishes up and arches his brow at me. “You want to learn how to ride it?”
I nod, holding my breath and expecting him to say no.
The gears turn in his head, and I hope he’s considering it. His smile rips the air from my lungs, and I swear the heavens open up and a choir of angels sing. Fuck me, he’s beautiful. Especially when he smiles—which is rare for others to see.
“Sure,” he says.
I perk up. “Really? Right now?”
Jaxon stands and holds his hand out for me, then helps me up. “I’ll teach you the gears, but I won’t have you ride tonight.”
I pout. “But I want to ride you.” My eyes widen. “I mean, ride your bike.”
The corners of his lips creep up in a deviant smile, and he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Oh, don’t worry, sis. You’ll be riding me soon.”
I squeeze my thighs together to stop the fluttering between them.
“Others are around,” I say. “I don’t want them to hear us.”
“Is that an invitation to fuck you somewhere we can be alone?”
My heart bangs against my ribs, and I shift my weight on my feet, unable to get comfortable. I glance at the group still hanging out by the fire. There’s no way they can hear us, but my paranoia doesn’t care.
“Let’s change the subject,” I say, and turn back to him. “Can I at least ride it around here?”
“What, my bike or my dick?” He touches my hip, and I swear my soul leaves my body.
“Seriously?” I mutter. My cheeks warm with a blush.
Jaxon grabs his helmet and shoves it into my hands. “Put this on.”
My eyebrows pinch together. Is it just me, or does he seem angry? Why is he angry?
I don’t fight him. I just do as he says. He puts on his helmet and gestures for me to get on his motorcycle.
“Hey, man!”
We turn at the same time to face Aiden as he jogs up to us with an excited smile. “Are we riding?”
“Teaching her how to ride,” Jaxon says loud enough for us to hear through his helmet.
His clipped tone definitely sounds angry.
Aiden turns his friendly smile to me. “Seriously? I can help.”
