Page 72 of Jake's Angel

My Angel feeds off a challenge.Good to know.

She looks at my bike with such appreciation. Walking around it, running her finger along the tank, taking in every inch of my baby as if trying to memorize everything about it.

Damn, could she get any better?

“You going to stand there staring at it, or are you going to ride it?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her before straddling my bike and putting my sunglasses on. She rolls her eyes.

“Here, put this on.” I hand her my helmet, then help hook the strap under her chin. “Alright, now throw your leg over, put your arms around my stomach and hold on tight.” I wish I knew what the look on her face meant.

Apprehension? Arousal? Excitement? Maybe a mix of all three?

Hesitantly, she climbs on behind me and does as I say, putting her arms around me, but not nearly tight enough. I don’t miss the hitch in her breath when I grab her thighs and pull her forward. The heat of her body crushes up against mine. I have to fight off the effect having her so close is having on me, and I stifle a groan.

Not the time dickhead!

Maybe if I have a silent talk with my dick, he’ll remain calm.Not likely.

I grab her hands and pull them tighter across my stomach.

“Hold on tight. I don’t want you falling off.” She feels so damn good pressed up against me. “You lean when I lean. When I stop, you leave your feet on the pegs. If you get scared, just squeeze my leg and we’ll stop. You got me?”

I feel her head nod against my back. “You good? We can always take the cage if you’d be more comfortable.”

She lifts her head and yells, “Just start the bike and let’s go already!” A smile spreads across my face as I start the bike with her straddled behind me, holding onto me with everything she’s got.

I could get used to this.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

AVERY

Ridingon the back of Jake’s bike feels so freeing. The wind blowing through my hair. The smell of leather and cologne are assaulting my senses along with the feel of his muscles under my hands. I try to keep my hands locked together, but as I began to feel more comfortable, I loosen my grip a little.

Apparently, Jake isn’t having it because as soon as we stop at a light, he grabs my hands and puts them back where he had them originally. I hide my face so he can’t see me smiling in the mirror. The way he has my hands placed on his abdomen now, I can feel every ridge of his muscles.

Stop groping the man! He doesn’t like you, remember?My inner voice scolds.

We ride through the winding mountain roads for what feels like hours. The air on my face is a mixture of jasmine, honeysuckle, andhim. I’m glad I have my hair up or it would be a tangled mess when we stop.

This feels amazing.

The rumble of the motor underneath me and the thrill when he leans through a curve only to speed up as he straightens us out is exhilarating and calming all at once. Muscle cars make me feel freedom with their speed, but riding on the back of his bike just feels like so much more. It feels limitless.

I open my eyes when I feel the bike begin to slow. Looking up, I notice a sign that readsOak Ridge Cemetery. He follows a winding path up the hill where it comes to an open clearing with a view of the town below. Jake parks and climbs off first, taking my hand and helping me dismount.

“Watch the pipes. They’re hot.” He reaches beneath my chin, unfastens the strap, and removes his helmet. I release my hair, then lean forward to shake my hair out. Using my hands to smooth it back, I put it up in a loose bun on top of my head. When I turn back, I find Jake staring over the top of his sunglasses at me, his panty-melting smirk on full display.

“When you said let’s go for a ride, a cemetery wasn’t exactly what I had in mind as our destination.”

“Where did you want me to take you, Angel?” The innuendo and the lift of his eyebrows make it nearly impossible to fall for his charm.

Damn, he’s potent.

His hands go to my hips, and he leans in close. My hands go to his chest of their own accord. “Did you have some place specific you wanted me to take you?” I swallow hard, my breath hitching slightly at our closeness. I’d be lying if I said my body didn’t respond to his words.

Traitor!

“Why are we here, Jake?” I ask, pushing against his chest, hoping to maintain some space between us.

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