Page 56 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“Oh.” She seems a little disappointed but covers it well in her eagerness to assist me. “I’d pull to that circular drive over there, then.”

I nod. “I see it. Thanks, darlin’.”

That makes her flush. “You’re welcome.”

Billy and the guys overhear, and we pull around and park at the curb where she indicated, backing in one after another in a rapidly synchronized move I know impresses passersby.

I climb from my bike and pull my gloves off, stepping up on the sidewalk.

The rest of the crew sits astride their bikes.

A few people are walking past and coming in and out of the building, but in five minutes, the traffic picks up as classes end. Now the sidewalk leading out from the biology building is much more crowded. I scan for a girl in a denim jacket and flowered skirt, but don’t have any luck at first.

Finally, I spot her in the crowd, but she hasn’t seen us yet. Grinning, I type out a quick text.

ME: Your chariot awaits, princess

I see her stop and glance at her phone, then her eyes snap up, and she spots us.

She looks stunned.

I lift a hand palm side up and waggle two fingers, beckoning her over. For a second, she hesitates, and I’m not sure if she’s going to bolt, but she musters the courage and approaches. My eyes drag down her body. The skirt is short with flounces and swings around her hips as she walks. It makes my dick hard just watching.

She stops five feet from me and pops her hip out. I can’t help but give her a cocky grin.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a ride home.”

“I’ve got a ride. My friend Cynthia is taking me home.”

“Tell her you’ve got a ride.” I stare at her, daring her. “Or are you scared to climb on the back of my bike and ride off with us, little girl?”

She lifts her chin.

“You scared of Rafe, girl?” Green asks.

“No,” she snaps, her hand on her backpack tightening.

“Then prove it,” I say. “Climb on. Bet not one of these fuckers ever messes with you again.”

She looks back, and I notice Connor’s two friends standing at a distance, watching. One of them pulls out his phone and takes a picture.

I take two steps toward them, positioning my body between Tori and them. “Come here, assholes.”

They hightail it out of there, and I turn to Tori. This time I don’t wait for her decision. I make it for her, grabbing her backpack from her hand and tossing it to Billy. “Stow that, will ya?”

“Sure thing, brother.” He shoves it in his saddlebag, while I grab Tori’s hand and lead her to my bike. I dig a helmet out of my saddlebag and pass it to her, then throw my leg over my bike andlift it off the kickstand. “Hike that cute little skirt up and climb on, girl.”

A crowd of students stop to watch us, some recording on their phones. I imagine some are shocked this beauty is climbing on the back of my bike.

“Clubhouse?” Billy asks, and I nod, dropping my bike in gear.

We pull out in formation and ride off.

At the first light, Tori leans to my ear. “My father never was standing next to you; he never wanted any of that information, did he?”

I reach back and squeeze her leg. “Nope.”

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