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“Okay.” Her voice drops again. “Be safe, Riot. Come back and finish what we started.”

I grin, loving her words. Now I know how she feels, nothing's gonna stop us. “Oh, I intend to, babe. I’ll see you soon.”

7

HALO

Present day

I’ve never felt exhilaration like this before.

It’s not just the roaring of the motorcycle engine beneath me, the rumbling sending me into unadulterated oblivion. I’m so sensitive after what Riot just did to me. In fact, I don’t even know who I am anymore. This man is so freaking hot.

I wasn’t even flirting with Manny, it’s not like that with him. He was also betting me it’d take Riot less than thirty seconds to come over and remove his hands from my body… guess I owe him twenty bucks.

I squeeze my arms tighter around Riot as the sensations sweep right through me. I press my head into his back as I come, squeezing my thighs with his and I feel his hand reach to my knee and squeeze it. He knows. He knows I’m still coming after what he did to me. I love my breasts being played with, and watching him pay them attention sent me over the edge. It was so raunchy. So dirty out in public.

It’s like with him, I want to be the bad girl. The rebellious Halo that I’ve never been allowed to be. He lets me be myself, and I dig that.

I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing. I had two glasses of bubbles and didn’t even finish the second glass. When I saw Riot storming toward me, I felt a thrill I’ve never felt before. It’s like he lit something up inside me and I want more of it.

The city passes us by as Riot weaves his motorcycle through the streets of New Orleans. It’s then I realize we’re in my neighborhood.

He knows where I live?

I never told him where I live.

Sure enough, we come to my apartment block and he pulls up on the curb.

“You know where I live.” It’s not a question.

“You got parkin’?”

I nod. I unzip my purse, strapped across my body, and find my fob. Riot takes it from me and pulls out again. Exclusive parking is rare in New Orleans, but it’s the one perk that I couldn’t pass up when looking for an apartment.

He taps the card at the side entrance for my apartment block. “What number?” he calls over my shoulder.

“One, twelve.”

He rumbles forward as the gate opens, finding my empty space easily. My car is still parked back at the clubhouse.

When we come to a stop, Riot kills the engine and I dismount. I’m sure it’s not elegant, but I no sooner step down and my helmet is being unclipped and Riot pulls it off. He does the same with his, then pulls me to him, still straddled on the motorcycle.

“Did you get off on my sled?”

I bite my lip. My cheeks suddenly feel a little hot; it’s a trait I’m well aware of and I wish it wouldn’t happen, but I can’t exactly help it. “The rumbling…”

His smirk turns into a full-blown grin before his lips find mine. The small amount of scruff doesn’t bother me, and it only makes me think about how it would feel between my legs.Holy crap.I wonder if he gives oral? Most men don’t — well, the ones I’ve been with never did — yet they expected blowjobs at the drop of a hat. I’ve never understood how what’s good for the gander apparently isn’t good for the goose, go figure. I can’t even imagine what the sensation would feel like… with Riot, I’ll bet it’s amazing. Everything with him feels amazing.

When he pulls back, his eyes are heated. “Let’s get upstairs.”

I stand my ground. “You know where I live.”

He swings his leg off the motorcycle, running both hands through his dark hair. “Your point?”

I narrow my eyes. “How did you know where my apartment was?”

“You’re associated with Star, who’s with Nevada, and she’s club?—”

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