Page 14 of Honey Trapped

Am I really doing this?

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Gianna sent me video evidence that Lennon is having a great time playing blocks with Erik and drinking chocolate milk. I suck in a deep breath and scrunch my fingers through the loose waves I styled my hair in. Gianna instructed me to wear jeans and a tee since I’ll likely be on the back of Ace’s motorcycle. She said he didn’t mind driving me, but I doubt that. It’s too late to back out anyway. I need to get my car back and pick up Lennon either way.

I settled on my favorite Rolling Stones tee, my skinny jeans with little rips in them, my big silver hoops, and a long silver chain necklace with a big diamond L pendant for Lennon. I dab perfume on the inside of my wrists and behind my ears.

All that’s left is a final walk through of the apartment double checking the back door to makesure its locked, praying for the day I no longer need to worry.

I hear a loud knock at the front door. Its likely Ace, but I peek out the peephole just to be safe.

I open the door on a breathy, “hey.”

“Damn. You went from hippie to biker babe.” My belly quivers on the way he enunciates babe all deep and raspy.

“Thanks. You um look nice.”

“Nice.” He grins with a rub of his chin.

“Mhmm. You know like a hot bad ass biker dude.”

The corners of his mouth twitch. I’ll get a smile out of him yet. “You ready to ride out?”

“Yeah.”

“You ever been on a motorcycle before?”

“Yup.”

“Good. Don’t have to give you a lesson. This is for you.” He hands me a small black helmet with askull and red roses painted on the back. “Belonged to Eileen, but she won’t be needing it anymore.”

“Right. You sure you don't mind giving me a ride tonight? I mean it won’t cause you any trouble with her, will it?”

“Babe, you looking like you do, riding bitch on my bike, someone will tell her, but she won’t touch your car again, I promise you that.”

Warmth flows through my veins. That was totally a compliment.

Sweet even coming from Ace.

I lock my door and scan the street out of habit. I follow Ace to his motorcycle and strap on the helmet he gave me. He gets on and fires his bike up then I climb on behind him. My crotch pressed into his ass. Arms tight around his center. Tits smashed to his back against his club’s insignia. A skull with a crow on its head. I hold on and enjoy the ride that ends far too soon.

My legs feel a bit stiff yet shaky when I climb off at our destination.

A biker clubhouse. A bar called The Roadhouse.

Nervousness flutters in my lower belly.

I can’t believe I’m actually going through with this.

I haven't dated in since forever. Not since I got with Marco. It seems like a lifetime ago. Like a different life.

Chapter Eight

Ace

“I kinda told Norah you’d give her a ride tonight.”

“He’ll give her a ride all right,” Stud cuts in.

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