Page 28 of Magnetic Temptations

“I think we need to call in our backup. We can’t put off this search,” Dad states, pulling out his phone and texting Hydro the codeword.

The club and Kings showed up en masse. Bikes and vehicles are lined along the grass line in a formation that’ll let them leave easily. Maverick called the precinct and made an official missing person’s report of Myles with the captain. As a whole, we may catch hell for going over Benji’s head, but we’ll deal with that when it comes.

Jagger’s fingers glide along his laptop's keyboard as he grabs all of Laura and Benjamin's known property holdings. Then he starts looking online for their known associates’ real estate and even snatches blueprints for all of the empty facilities because Myles could be kept hostage and held in any of them since they’re boarded up and aren’t patrolled.

When we split up into teams, Hydro reminds everyone, “No colors. It was more or less stated that it will cause a problem and we have enough of them in our pocket. Only carry what is legal and you have a concealed license for, anything else could land you in lock up with a charge.”

“I have a gun safe that you can put the guns that you don’t have permits for in for safe keeping,” Maverick offers. He leads the men to it and I watch with a rapt fascination as Mason pulls out his carry and conceal license, rifle, and handgun. I knew he wasn’t a choir boy even though he lived a cleaner life before Julia entered the picture, but to see the safe that holds his and his brothers’ firearms is confirmation that inside of him, there’s a bad boy that’s been waiting to be unleashed.

“What?” he asks. “I'm a country boy at heart.”

“I can see that,” I tease, biting my bottom lip. Why this turns me on is lost on me, but there’s something about watching him arm himself that just does it for me.

“Come on, beauty, you're with me.” He shoots me a flirty smirk, grabs my hand, and intertwines our fingers as he leads me to our group. “Be right back. Stay here.” I nod my head but my eyes stay glued to his fine, muscular ass. While waiting on our people to arrive, he switched from his loose fitting Levi’s to a pair of tight as fuck Wranglers and my mouth has been salivating to take a bite out of his rear end ever since.

Who knew that denim could be so visually rewarding? No wonder cowboys and ranch hands swear by Wrangler jeans. I definitely can see the appeal.

“Down girl,” Ella laughs as she shoulder checks me.

“Damn, my man is fine as hell,” I share, my eyes never straying from their target.

“He is,” she agrees, then she swivels her eyes and they land on Hydro. “We’re some lucky bitches.”

“Yeah we are,” I agree.

Then, the roar of a throaty engine echoes and all bodies turn in the direction the sound is coming from. My jaw drops as Mason rides over to us. His motorcycle is something to see. It’s all black with specks of glitter embedded in the paint of the gas tank.

My heart picks up at a rapid, erratic rate, my thighs squeeze together as visuals of us riding together, amongst doing other things on that bike that my dad wouldn’t approve of explosively run through my imagination. “Oh. My. God.”

Dad shakes his head at me, then groans, “Baby girl. Stop it. I can read the thoughts in your head and it’s something a father never wants to think about when it comes to his daughter.”

“Then my advice would be to look the other way, Dad, because these thoughts will never be pure when it comes to that man,” I say, pointing a finger toward Mason. “I mean, yum.”

“Nope, cut it out,” Dad says, slapping his palm over my eyes. “My old heart can’t take it.”

I start slapping at his hand because he’s taken away my opportunity to ogle my man. Then I whine, “Dad! Don’t ruin this for me and don’t make me call Mom!”

“Then stop sexing him up in front of me, little girl. Otherwise, I’ll blind you with a sleep mask so I don’t have to see that shit.”

“Go away!” I snap, ducking under his arm and heading toward Mason who has a happy grin on his face as he caresses his bike like she’s a long lost lover.

“Hey! Wanna take a girl for a ride?” I ask him as I sidle up beside him, running the tip of my finger over his sternum.

“Hop on, beautiful. She’s been stored for too long, let’s see if she’s still got it,” he instructs. “Mane, I’d like you to meet the first girl I ever loved.”

“Glad to meet you,” I say, climbing on behind him and wrapping my arms around his toned waist. He reaches over his shoulder and hands me a spare helmet. It’s a little big for me, but considering I left mine behind, loose or not, anything is better than nothing.

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

MASON

Leaving my bike behind when I went on the run was a hard thing for me to do. I found my machine at a junkyard a few towns over and restored her from the ground up. I put my heart, blood, sweat, and tears into refurbishing her and making her shine.

As Mane lays her head between my shoulders with her arms wrapped tightly around me, I realize that any time I rode my beast before now was nothing in comparison to the feelings flowing through me with her snuggled behind me.

Gliding through town on two wheels is a smooth ride. The country breeze flowing through my nostrils is like a breath of fresh air after having nothing but a city’s polluted atmosphere to contaminate my lungs. As the cool weather wraps itself around me, a sense of peace and contentment envelops me. There's nothing more refreshing than riding through the country. Even with the situation behind our reason for being on the road, I’m carrying less tension than I have in months. Fuck that, for years. Ever since Julia set her eyes on me, I’ve felt trapped like a rat in a maze.

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