Page 38 of Holley Jolly Biker

He placed a kiss on the side of my neck, then lifted his head and locked his eyes with mine through the mirror, “How much longer until you’re ready?”

I grinned, “Just have to get my boots on.”

He nodded, then said, “Meet you at the door.”

Within minutes, we were walking hand in hand down the front porch steps as I smiled up at him, then looked down the driveway and saw all the brothers of the MC.

Agatha was riding behind Jasper.

Tempie was behind Merlin.

Saint winked down at me when I looked up at him with a lifted brow.

“Thing I want to take you to. City of lights. It’s killer on the back of a bike.”

And for the next three hours, that was what we did.

Every house, store, lamppost, you name it, was decorated to the nines with lights.

He was totally right, of course.

It really was killer on the back of a bike.

We even stopped and had hot chocolate topped with whipped cream.

When the temperature dropped, Saint made a motion with his hands, signaling to the others that we were headed home.

As he parked the bike in the garage and helped me climb off, I took off my helmet as he stood and then removed his.

Then he looked down at me as he bent his neck, placing a soft kiss on my lips, and then when he pulled his face away, there in front of me was a black piece of material.

“Need you to wear this for me, okay?” he asked.

I grinned, then nodded and turned.

As soon as he had it in place, he placed his hands on my hips and guided me up the walkway, up the steps, and through the front door.

I tried to think about where we were headed, but something made me pause mentally.

Why in the world would he have Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers playing?

When we stopped, I heard him move to my side and then take in a deep breath.

“Remove the blindfold, baby.”

I did as he said and allowed my eyes to adjust.

The lighting in the living room had been turned down.

A fire was going in the fireplace.

Candles were burning.

The tree was a light.

And there, in between the fireplace and the Christmas tree, was a pile of blankets.

An ice bucket of what looked to be champagne.