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“You scared me!” He punches my shoulder, but I hear the smile in his voice. He scoots forward until I feel his dick pressing against my lower back.
I put my helmet on and start the bike, feeling her quivering under me.
Ramiel is mumbling something in the Bluetooth helmet as he places his hands on my thighs, dangerously close to my groin.
“What?” I ask, as I slowly drive down toward the gate.
“We need to fuck on this girl. The vibration is so damn erotic between my legs.”
I lose control of my bike for a second and slightly swerve to the right as his words register. “Are you trying to kill us?” I scold him as my dick throbs at the image Ramiel inserted in my head.
“Not before I ride your black mamba on top of your bike!” He giggles and grinds against my back, making me groan.
Fuck! He’s really going to kill us. I tighten my grip on the handlebars and focus on the road ahead.
“Serena is giving me directions. Drive toward Austin on the West Side,” he tells me. I really need him to explain to me how communicating with Serena works.
I throttle the gas and let the cool wind and the sound of my bike ease me. Usually, everything calms inside me when I ride. Just me, myHarley, and speed. But with Ramiel plastered against me, I’m anything but calm.
His thumbs are stroking my inner thighs absently, his crisp scent inexplicably fills my helmet. He’s humming an old pop song, his chest pressed against my back.
I round a corner and then open up my bike as we hit the freeway. One of his hands lets go, and he spreads his arm out to feel the wind between his fingers. His free, light laugh is infectious, and I find myself smiling. The corners of my mouth hurt with how much work they’ve been doing since I met Ramiel.
He lightens my heavy and makes me forget about whatever surrounds me for a few precious moments.
I wish I could see his face, but I can easily imagine his shiny brown eyes filled with excitement and the three dimples forming on his cheeks.
I don’t want the ride to end, so I slow down and lace my fingers with his on my leg.
Thirty minutes later, he tells me to stop on the side of the road on high ground. We dismount, and I hide my bike among some wild bushes. I can see a red industrial building at the foot of the knoll from a gap between the tree branches.
“The place is owned by Samson Crain, a known arms smuggler. There are two guards outside.” I can see only one from our position. “And one person inside. It’s Malcom. The security cams caught him entering three hours ago,” Ramiel passes on what Serena found out.
“It would be nice to have an assistant like her in my line of work,” I mutter.
“You would?” he asks, looking a little doubtful.
“Who wouldn’t?”
“My brothers don’t always like her.” Does he do whatever this is with his brothers?
“Was the guy in the suit that helped you in the van one of your brothers?”
“Yes.” He huffs. “That’s Gabe.” He rolls his eyes but then looks toward the building again. “Serena can obscure the cams for five minutes as we go in and another five minutes when we come out.”
“That’s more than enough time to incapacitate the guards and have a chat with Malcom.”
“You have a very attractive neck,” he suddenly tells me, and when I turn toward him, he gasps and dramatically fans himself.
“Red, focus!” I force his head back to the building. “I’ll take care of one guard, you get the other.”
He nods. “Let’s split. I’ll go that way.” He points right.
When I’m about to go left, he grabs my face and pulls me down. The kiss is hard and fast. Then his eyes flash down to the half-chub in my pants.
“Stop it,” I growl.
“I can feel it misses me.” He makes a ridiculous face, and I let out an exasperated huff.
