Page 38 of Sacrifice
"Good. You're driving Saga's car. Take her brother home." I hold out my hand for her keys.
She slaps them into my palm with more force than necessary. "This is ridiculous."
"This is safe." I hand the keys to Gorm, then give him the address. "Take Soren straight there. Park in visitor parking."
"What about me?" Saga demands.
"You're with me." I head for my bike. "Unless you'd rather walk?"
"I could call an Uber?—"
"While Los Coyotes are scouting? Not happening." I mount the bike, starting it up. The engine purrs to life. "Get on, Saga."
Soren's already following Gorm to her car, calling back, "Thanks for the ride! Try not to kill my sister!"
"I make no promises," I mutter, holding out the spare helmet.
Saga stands there for a long moment, fury radiating off her.
But she takes the helmet, swinging her leg over the bike behind me.
"Hold on," I tell her.
"I know how to—fuck!" She grabs me as I peel out, probably harder than necessary.
Her arms wrap tight around my waist, her body pressed against my back.
Perfect.
I take the long way to her apartment, choosing the route with the most curves and hills.
Every sharp turn has her arms tightening around my waist, her chest pressed harder against my back.
I can feel her heartbeat racing—from adrenaline or being close to me, maybe both.
At the first red light, she tries to put distance between us, loosening her grip and leaning back.
I rev the engine, feeling her hands clutch at my cut again.
"Stop showing off," she yells over the rumble.
I take the next corner harder than necessary, satisfaction rolling through me when she gasps and plasters herself against me.
Her thighs squeeze the bike, her whole body tense.
She's swearing into my back, creative combinations I can’t help but chuckle at.
The night air is warm, heavy with humidity, but I can still feel the heat of her through my cut.
Every shift of the bike has her moving with me, an unwilling dance she can't escape.
Another red light, and this time she pinches my side in retaliation.
"I know what you're doing," she says when I glance back.
"Getting you home safe?"
"Being a dick."
