He points to the corner of my mouth. “You’re drooling just at the thought of it.”
I’m tongue-tied before I can even contemplate a response. He lifts his shirt, displaying his fit body. My mouth drops open at the display of muscles. He pulls my hand to the top of his abs and slowly drags it down his torso. His skin is warm and taut. I yank my hand back before it reaches the top of his jeans. It felt so good, but I glare at him while I scold myself. Before I can utter a word, he tips his chin and says, “You loved it,” and then kisses the air.
I blow out a breath, puffing out my cheeks. I take a slow step outside, trying to gather my wits about me. I turn and lock the door before we walk to his bike. He’s out of control, but I always end up smiling or laughing at him. He’s not the typical broody, intimidating biker. With his playful and flirty nature, it’s no surprise he’s popular with the ladies.
“Excited for your first club party, babe?”
“Hmm... party?” I ask, hoping I misheard him.
“It’s just a quiet one, chill out... breathe...”
My heart is in my throat. I feel a storm of emotions swirling inside me. Am I anxious about the party or irritated by his condescending tone? Maybe it’s both. My hands tremble slightly, and I catch myself clenching my jaw, trying to mask the frustration that’s creeping onto my face. All I wanted to do was casually meet his friends, not be surrounded by drunk people. I don’t do parties...ever.
After he gets on his bike, I stay standing. I look at him, his bike, and then the ground. “You’re going to keep me safe, aren’t you?”
“I’ve got you,” he says soothingly. “I’ll be with you the whole night. My friends are good people. You’ll see.”
I decide to have an exit plan just in case. “I’m only going if I drive my car.”
He shrugs. “All good. You can follow me.”
I appreciate that he didn’t argue the point. He turns the ignition on and the bike roars to life. While I walk toward my car, he calls out, “I knew you wanted to see me naked.”
I chuckle as I walk to the car. He’s impossible.
As we drive through town, it’s mostly quiet. Past the residential area and the shops, he speeds up before veering off on a dirt road. They must live on an acreage. He slows when we reach a huge two-story farmhouse. He leads me through the gate and drives off to the side and into an open shed. When he turns the bike off, there’s loud music coming from the house.
There’s a light on in the shed, so I can see a line of motorcycles, a big black truck, and a van. I remain in my car just outside the doors. “Where do I park?” I ask as he walks toward me.
“Park it in the shed next to the van.”
I give him a cautious glance.Park... I cringe. Not that there are any lines, but still. “My car won’t fit in there.”
He walks around the car and opens my door. “Move over.”
I take my seat belt off and shuffle over to the passenger seat. When he gets in, I fight back a laugh because he’s doing me a favor. He has to just about fold himself in half to fit in my small car and is nearly kissing the dashboard.
He adjusts the seat, closes the door, and shoots me a look that says not to say a word. I press my lips together to hold back my laughter. I relax in my seat as he smoothly maneuvers the car into the parking spot. And there’s something sexy about a man who’s a confident driver.
“Trust you to have the world’s smallest car... and what’s this crap?” He gestures toward the speakers.
I huff. “It isnotcrap. It’s Cardi B.”
He turns the car off. “It’s crap. You listening to rap is funny as hell, though.”
Outside the shed, he puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side, and ushers me toward the house. My pulse skyrockets, and I’m seriously questioning my life choices.
“Tell me if you’re going to faint and I’ll catch you.”
I tsk. He laughs.
“I’m not going to faint.” I don’t think I am... Well, I hope not.
“I’m just teasing you,” he replies with the devilish grin he wears so well.
I peer up at the farmhouse. I’m walking into the lion’s den. I lower my head as we walk through the front door. He leads me through a hallway that opens into an open-plan space. I pause, unsure of where to direct my gaze. My heart beats in sync with the heavy beat of the music.
My eyes bounce from one man to another. These guys are not what I’m used to... They’re all tall, masculine men wearing similar clothes: jeans, a shirt, and the club vest. I’m not used to this much testosterone. Two intimidating men are playing pool. Further behind them, at the bar, sits a man with black hair, his back to us. A few people are playing darts.
