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The last thing I want is to waste time squabbling over who she’s going to ride with, I know they’d probably all want her riding with them. Drifter’s likely to be a reckless idiot showing off and scaring the shit out of her, Buzz needs to navigate, and Gunner’s our eyes and ears, neither of them can afford to be distracted.

Plus, if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not mad at the thought of having Skye’s body pressed against mine and her arms wrapped around my waist.

Skye rewards me with a beaming smile like I’ve given her the best gift ever. She certainly seems excited about this. It’s time to find out if she truly has riding in her blood.

Chapter 12

Skye

Part of me had been apprehensive, worried I’d be afraid on the back of a motorcycle. But the only thing I feel, riding fast with my arms wrapped tightly around Angel’s strong back, his musky scent and the warm smell of summer filling my senses, is pure exhilaration and unadulterated joy. Well, that and a little bit horny. The danger combined with the feel of my body pressed against his and the steady vibrations of the bike rumbling between my thighs have me feeling turned on.

When we arrive at our first destination, a business site where the guys who work for the Angels of Havoc’s construction company are busy at work, I’m slightly out of breath as we dismount.

“Are you okay?” Angel asks, removing his helmet and tossing out his hair like a Viking removing his helmet.

“I’m more than okay,” I reply gleefully, “That was incredible!”

Angel smiles at me, seeming a little surprised but pleased by my response.

“I knew she’d love it!” Drifter chimes in with a grin.

“We’ll have you riding one of your own in no time,” Buzz adds.

Even Gunner seems pleased. “It would have been a pain in the ass if you’d been screaming and shrieking the whole time,” he says.

It’s probably the most I’ve ever heard him speak. Evidently, going for a ride puts him in a good mood.

I let out a small yelp of surprise as Drifter sneaks up behind me, giving me a playful tap on the bottom. “Not that we don’t want you shrieking and screaming in other circumstances,” he quips cheekily.

“Enough goofing around, we’ve got a lot of places to go today,” Angel says, though his voice is more lighthearted than usual. “Skye you alright waiting here alone?” he asks me.

“Sure thing,” I reply.

Angel nods, ordering me to, “Stay where you are, don’t move,” before they head over to speak to some of the workers.

I lose sight of Angel, Drifter, and Buzz after a short while, but Gunner remains standing guard, tense and alert. I contemplate going to join him, but something tells me Angel doesn’t take kindly to being disobeyed, even over something as small as standing fifty feet away. A wicked thought crosses my mind as I think of the kinds of naughty ways he might punish me, but I decide better of it. As exciting as that might be, it’s probably more likely he’d send me home in a cab or something, and I really want to stay out on the ride.

A short while later, they come back, and we head to our next few destinations. Each time, they leave me to wait while they go and chat with whoever before coming back out. Finally, around lunchtime, we stop at a barbecue joint called Brewer’s BBQ. My stomach rumbles at the smells wafting outside, I only had a coffee for breakfast, and I’ve not eaten all day, so I’m positively ravenous.

To my relief, Angel says, “Come on in with us, Skye, let’s all grab a bite to eat and a cold drink.”

As we enter the bustling restaurant, it’s alive with chatter and mouthwatering smells of food. People sit chatting and eating at tables enjoying themselves. The décor is a classic Texas BBQ joint with a biker twist. On the walls, there are old Angels of Havoc jackets and helmets as well as signed autographs from celebrities and sports stars, plus the usual taxidermied animals from hunts. There’s even an actual vintage Harley on display. On the TV screens dotted around, various sports games are playing. It’s the kind of place tourists and locals alike enjoy.

“So good to see you, boys,” the hostess greets us. She’s an older lady with a kind face and the kind of tan and figure that belies a life of good old-fashioned farm work.

“Hey, Dotty, how you doing?” Angel asks with the kind of friendly ease that suggests they’ve known each other a long time.

“Oh, you know me, keeping busy. I see you brought a friend. My, aren’t you as pretty as a picture,” she says to me with a warm smile.

“This is Skye,” Angel introduces me.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand.

“Hon, the pleasure’s all mine. I’ve been waiting for one of these boys to bring in a pretty girl to introduce me to someday. It’s about time they settle down.”

This makes me hold back a smile wondering if she’d feel the same if she knew what I’ve been up to with all four of them.

As if sensing Dotty’s about to assume I’m dating one of them and ask who, Angel intercepts before she can ask too many questions. “Is Brewer here?”

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