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“That was way too easy.”
“Or we’re getting too good at it. I can’t remember how many times we’ve pretended to be girlfriends to make guys back off. First time we’ve ever done it to turn one on.” She grins at me wickedly.
I jump up and laugh, grabbing some clean clothes, and lock myself in the bathroom. After a quick shower, I get dressed in black ripped jeans, a white tank top, and a black-and-white plaid shirt. I run a brush through my hair before braiding it, then apply a bit of makeup—a couple coats of mascara, a little concealer, and some lip gloss. It’s only breakfast, after all.
“Okay, I’m leaving. Text me if you need me,” I tell Nevaeh, who’s buried herself under the duvet.
Her hand slides out and gives me a thumbs up.
I grab my Doc Martens and slide my feet into them before lacing them up. After a minute of indecision, I take my shirt off and slip on my gun harness. Once I’ve fastened the straps, I slide my gun inside and put my shirt back on. I shove my cell phone in my back pocket and my key and some cash in the other, and head out.
G turns to look at me as I enter the main living area. He stands and gives me the once-over.
“Fuck, it really doesn’t matter what you wear,” he curses, making me grin.
I grab my leather jacket from the chair where I tossed it yesterday and put it on, pulling my braid out from under it before zipping it up.
I smile at G. “Alright, Sleeping Beauty, I’m all yours.”
15
GENESIS
“Yes, you fucking are,” I agree, ignoring the Sleeping Beauty comment because what I want to do to her involves zero fucking sleeping. I don’t care what I said before. I’m going to spend every moment we have together showing her all the reasons she should stay.
I’m not hiding the fact that I want her, but I know if I push for more than that right now, she’ll run. And that’s the last thing I want. No, I need her to catch feelings, then I’m going to fuck away her worries and convince her to stay. It shouldn’t be too hard. I already know how much she loves my dick.
We head outside to my bike, and I hand her a helmet before I get on and start it. She climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I must be turning into a pussy because all I can think about is how right it feels having her on the back of my bike.
I don’t let women on my bike. Ever. I don’t want to give them the wrong idea. But with Amity, I didn’t think twice about it.
I rev the engine and take off, smiling when I hear her laugh. I drive out to a place I know that’s about an hour away, not wanting to burst the bubble we’ve created just yet.
We pull into the parking lot of the diner the club frequents when we’re down this way visiting Carnage. It’s not too busy yet, but it’ll be packed by lunchtime. I spot a familiar bike and frown.
Parking beside it, I climb off and hold out my hand to Amity. She grabs it and climbs off before tugging her helmet off and grinning at me.
“You like riding, huh?”
“I love it. I’ve done a lot of bike stunts for work, but I never get to ride just for fun. And I travel too much to have a bike of my own.”
“I’ve got an old one you can borrow if you want. I’ll get one of the guys at the garage to check it over first to make sure it’s running smoothly.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Saves you from having to borrow Tinkerbell’s car.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind? Isn’t there some macho biker code about letting women ride?”
“Do I look like I give a shit about that?”
She grabs my T-shirt and pulls me close and kisses me. “Best date ever.”
“It hasn’t even started yet.”
“And it’s still the best one I’ve been on.”
I grin as I wrap my arm around her and lead her toward the diner. Oh yeah, getting her to fall for me will be a piece of cake.