Page 64 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
Her eyebrows lift. “Wow, guess seduction is out the window now that you’ve seen me in my natural gremlin state.”
I place a hand on my chest, pretending to be wounded. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant on my bike.”
“Sure you did,” she says drolly.
I laugh but shake my head at her. “I did! I was thinking on the way over here that you’ve been cooped up in this apartmentfor too long and might want some fresh air for a change. Only if you’re up to it. I’m more than happy to stay here and give you a different kind of ride.”
I can tell she’s interested by the gleam in her eyes. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.”
“Don’t worry, baby, you know I’ll make your first time amazing,” I say, winking at her.
I love her mix of a laugh and a groan that contradicts the flare of her perfume. “Alright. Let’s do it. But if I get scared or want to come home, you’ll take me back?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Do you even need to ask?”
Her immediate response makes my chest squeeze. “No, I don’t. Not with you.”
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“Promise you won’t go too fast?”My heart pounds as I awkwardly climb onto the motorcycle, trying not to eat shit before we even go anywhere.
Jackson nods, and I wrap my arms around his waist, clutching him like we’re already speeding down the road. His hand rests atop mine and gives it a squeeze. “The more you relax and follow my lead, the better it’ll be. And remember, the helmets have an intercom, so the moment you need a break, tell me.”
“Right.” It’s strange to hear his voice through the speaker in my helmet, but once we’re on the road it’ll be hard to hear him over the noise otherwise. “Just how many people are you taking for rides that you needed to have intercom helmets?”
He snorts. “None. I got these for us. Dolly’s the only one riding with me on the reg, and she hasn’t mastered human speech yet, so they’d be a bit superfluous with her.”
I laugh, my stomach fluttering, knowing I’m the only one he’s done this for. I don’t understand why. A hot guy on a motorcycle is so many women’s dream. “Come on, you’retelling me that you didn’t take babes out for a spin on this thing? It’s not like you were a monk before we met.”
Jackson chuckles. “No, definitely not a monk. But I can count on one hand the number of people I’ve had on my bike, and only one of them stuck around for long enough to warrant getting these helmets.”
There’s a hint of hurt in his tone. I squeeze him tighter, fighting off the ridiculous spike of jealousy my omega feels that there was one person who was important enough. “Who was she?“ I ask hesitantly.
“Huh?”
“The woman who stuck around.” I’m stalling for time before he turns on the engine and we get going, but I’m also keen to know. And maybe a little jealous, even though he said I’m the one he bought the helmets for, not her.
Jackson releases a huff of laughter. “It wasn’t a woman.”
“Shit, sorry, my bad. I thought you mentioned before that you’re straight.”Way to stick your foot in your mouth, Camille.
“I am,” Jackson says, sounding perplexed but not upset. “The other person is River.”
“Oh! Right.” If I didn’t have a helmet on my head and I weren’t holding on to Jackson, I’d smack myself in the forehead.
“Mmm, I kinda like that you were jealous for a moment.”
“I wasn’t!” I definitely was, and judging by his answering laugh, he does, too. “So the guys ride with you?”
“Ambrose refuses to ride on my ‘death trap’, but River has on occasion. He’s not a great passenger because he’s a control freak.”
A flash from earlier tonight, when River was helping me practice resisting alpha barks and the intense, commanding presence as he gave his orders, comes to mind. “Yeah, he sure is.”
“So I’m hoping you’ll be a better person to ride with me.” There’s a rasp to his voice that goes right between my thighs.
I release a strained laugh. “No pressure.”
“None. If you hate it, I’ll still have Dolly for my weekend joyrides.”
