Page 96 of Pack Owned
Once the coffee is done, I pour myself a cup, and Kayla shuffles in, her blonde hair tussled and she smells like sex. Holy fucking god, she’s hot. And from the looks of her, she’s not sore from losing her virginity to me. Something I’m still fucking amazed by.
“Want me to whip up some scrambled eggs?” I offer, knowing damn well my skills peak at not burning toast.
She shakes her head, a ghost of a smile on those lips, pink like the inside of a seashell. “Have you eaten?”
I open the drawer of protein bars and hold up one. “Old standby.”
“That’s great. I’ll take one too and a cup of coffee.”
Tossing her the bar, I open the cabinet and pull out a matching coffee cup to my own. After I pour her coffee, I add sugar and cream.
“Thanks,” she says, peeling back the wrapper.
I lean back against the counter, watching her nibble on the bar and sip her coffee while I finish drinking mine.
“Done with your bar?” I ask when she’s finished, catching her eye.
“Yep.” She tilts her head, playful, challenging. “Raincheck for that bike ride? Can I cash it in now?”
“Absolutely. Meet you in the garage.”
She nods, leaving to get ready. I finish my coffee in two gulps, the bitterness clinging to the back of my throat.
In the garage, I grab a spare helmet and extra biker jacket, push open the door, and wheel out my bike. Yesterday’s rain left the roads slick, glistening like they’re sweating out last night’s sins. Nothing I can’t handle.
I’ve got that restless energy buzzing under my skin, the kind that only settles when I’m tearing down the road, chasing the horizon.
I check the oil, run my hand over the leather seat, and wait for Kayla. Soon it’ll just be the road, the bike, and Kayla holding on tight.
It’s gonna be a hell of a ride.
The rumble of the bike vibrates through the garage’s concrete floor as Kayla steps into view, her dark blonde hair tucked behind her ears. She’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt that does nothing to hide the curves beneath. My gut clenches.
“Here.” I toss her my spare biker jacket, heavier than it looks. It swamps her frame but safety first, right? I hand her the helmet next, making sure it sits snugly on her head. “Ready?”
She nods, her ocean-blue eyes wide.
We mount the bike, me in front, her sliding close behind. Her hands find my waist, tentative at first, then with a grip that says she’s not going anywhere. The engine growls to life, a primal sound that echoes my blood heating up, and we shoot out of the garage.
The city blurs past us, colors smearing together. We dodge big puddles, water spraying up in our wake, and weave through the light traffic.
The open road beckons, and the further we get from civilization, the more I feel that familiar sense of freedom. Kayla’s arms tighten around me, her body pressing closer, and for a moment, I forget why this is a bad idea. How anyone can spot us or hell, even Nexus themselves since one of them gave Dane a hard time in the grocery store’s parking lot.
I pull into the secluded park, trees scattered around. I glance around—no one. Good. With a flick of the wrist, I kill the engine’s roar and take off my helmet.
“Okay,” I nod at her, and she pulls off her helmet, shaking out her hair. The sight sends an unexpected jolt through me.
“God, that was... thrilling. And terrifying,” she breathes out, her voice shaky but lit with exhilaration.
“First time on a motorcycle?” I ask, though I already know the answer because I could tell the way she didn’t lean right away into the turns and how tight she held onto me. Not that I’ll ever complain about having her boobs pressed up against me.
“Is it that obvious?” A self-conscious laugh escapes her lips.
“Next time just lean with the turns, trust the bike... and me.” Our gazes lock, and something unsaid crackles between us.
I hold out my hand and she takes it. Her hand is small and warm in my rough grip. We walk deeper into the park, away from paths, away from the world. The oak and pine trees form a natural cathedral around us, sheltering us from prying eyes.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, “for this. It’s beautiful here. Peaceful.”
