Page 22 of Recipe for Attraction (Madewood Brothers 2)

“I’m not racing. I get to ride my bike.” Heat made its way up his neck and settled in his cheeks.

“Look at you, all rage-y.” She eyed him, her gaze travelling up and down his body. “Did we not let off enough steam with the punching bag?”

Neil stood strong and crossed his arms over his chest. “We should be clear. I’m never a passenger.”

She clucked her tongue. “Don’t be such a baby.”

Carson kicked the bike to a start and pulled the throttle then looked over her shoulder. “Unless you want this night to end, you’ll hop on, Harrison.” She cocked her head, inviting him over. “I won’t bite.”

Neil laughed low in his throat. “You better cover up that neck, honey because I just might.”

The heat that sparked in her eyes at his comment told him everything he needed to know.

He grabbed his helmet and mounted the bike, easing his body behind her.

“You’re going to have to get closer.”

Neil moved until his crotch was flush against her sweet ass. He was going to have to make a conscious effort not to get aroused. That would be a little embarrassing. A lot embarrassing.

He slid his hands around her waist, the leather of her jacket soft against his skin.

When they were settled, she tilted her head slightly and looked over her shoulder. He nodded letting her know he was ready.

They took off at a quick pace, the crunch of the gravel under them barely audible over the sound of the engine.

Carson then eased out of the driveway and turned left. They travelled through the city streets for about ten minutes then headed north until the housing developments grew sparse.

They were on a true country road, whipping through the wind, and Neil had to grab on a little tighter when she kicked it into fourth gear.

It was weird to not be in control of the ride. The hum between his legs, the air around them, all felt different being a passenger.

They came to the entrance of a conservation area but it was closed off.

Carson stopped the bike and let it idle. She lifted her visor and turned. “I was hoping this was going to be open. There are some cool hills we could try.”

Hills? Why was she making so much of an effort? There was no reason for her to spend more time with him. Especially when they weren’t anywhere near a bed.

“Why are you doing this?” He settled his eyes on hers.

“What do you mean? We’re riding.”

“We could have just gone our separate ways.”

It was as if she was frightened of him riding.

His restlessness had settled, a sort of peace coming over him simply by the way the wind washed over his body. But the feeling that usually forced him to do stupid things had been replaced with a different type of restless urge. A sexual urge to take this woman up against one of the thousands of trees that surrounded them.

“Why are you so intent on me not racing? What’s it to you?”

“It’s dangerous…and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She tensed. “It’s not a nice thing to get caught up in.”

She faced forward, preventing him from seeing her eyes. He knew she was holding something back.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

She slammed her hand on the handles of the bike. “Disclosing personal information wasn’t part of our deal.”

“Your call.” He shrugged. “Maybe Martin will tell me about your—”

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