Page 23 of Perfectly Leashed
“Have you seen how vicious those things are? They could totally cause an accident.” He gestured wildly. “Or what if we hit a swarm of bees and I’m allergic and my face swells up so much I can’t breathe and we crash into a farmer's market and destroy someone’s prize-winning tomatoes?”
“Are you allergic to bees?”
“Well...no. But I could develop an allergy spontaneously. It happens.” His eyes widened. “Or worse, what if I accidentally grab something important while we’re moving, and suddenly, we’re doing wheelies?”
“You planning to grab my junk while we’re riding?” The thought made Luca’s cock hard.
Heat flooded Darcy’s cheeks. “That’s not—I didn’t mean—oh god, now that’s all I can think about.”
Same with Luca.
Darcy whispered, “Road rage incidents involving angry squirrels.”
“Angry squirrels?” Luca frowned. Darcy had clearly spent too much time with Atlas.
“They’re vicious when cornered.”
“Darcy…”
“What if I fall off and get run over by a parade of elderly drivers who can’t see over their steering wheels?”
Patience came naturally when dealing with spooked animals, and right now, Darcy reminded him of a skittish colt. “Come on, lucerito. I’ve been riding for fifteen years without a single bee or squirrel incident.”
After another five minutes of creative disaster scenarios involving everything from rogue butterflies to runaway shopping carts, Darcy finally climbed on behind him.
“Your motorcycle better not develop sentience and decide it doesn’t like passengers,” he grumbled.
Luca just shook his head. He’d never seen anyone list so many creative catastrophes before. Great, now I’m thinking of those goddamn scenarios.
When those arms wrapped around Luca’s waist, his wolf stirred with a low, appreciative growl. Heat from Darcy’s chest seeped through his shirt, and those hands pressed flat against his stomach, fingers spread wide for better grip.
Having Darcy pressed against him felt right in ways that made no logical sense. They’d known each other three days, but something deeper recognized the human’s scent, his warmth, the way he fit perfectly against Luca’s frame.
He watched over you while you slept.
The engine rumbled to life. His wolf wanted to lean back into Darcy’s embrace, wanted to purr with contentment. Luca had never put someone on the back of his bike before. Most wolves reserved that spot for their elegido. Darcy at his back felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“Hold tight,” he called over the engine’s roar.
His wolf snarled low in his chest, barely audible over the engine’s growl.
Darcy’s grip tightened. “Was that you or the bike?”
“My wolf.” Luca pulled from the parking lot before the male could ask any more questions.
Pulling into traffic, he felt Darcy’s grip tighten with every turn. By the time they reached his apartment building, those arms had practically melded to his ribs.
“Still breathing back there?”
“Barely.” Darcy slid off the bike on unsteady legs. “That was either terrifying or amazing.”
“Which one?”
“Maybe both. Ask me again when my heart rate drops below cardiac-arrest levels.” His human was practically vibrating with adrenaline. “And I never want to do it again but also maybe tomorrow?”
Luca chuckled. “Addictive, right?”
“Like really good coffee or bad decisions.”
