Page 117 of Tainted Rose

I looked over his appearance for the thirtieth time, licking my lips as I hid my hands against my back, fighting off the urge to let them rub all over him.

He wore leather pants similar to mine. His fitted navy-blue shirt was snug against his muscular, broad chest and clung to his slim waist, a large skull on the front in black and white. The bottom half of the shirt had rips and tears on purpose to give a rugged appearance. Topped off with the leather jacket that had gold zippers and matched my pant design; he looked smoking hot.

He’d trimmed his beard to small stubble, but left his long hair intact, the wild mess hanging way past his biceps and down his back. I watched as he pulled a hair tie off his wrist before tying up his hair and miraculously making it into a sexy man bun, the entire process was in slow motion to my mind as I gaped at him. He didn’t understand what effect he had on my body.

He walked forward before pulling me into a side embrace, looking down at me as I blinked out of my daze, a pleased smile on his lips.

“Am I distracting you?” he quizzed

“You’re hot in leather,” I admitted, surprised by my flirtatious tone.

When did I become so flirty with Marcus?

“Ryuu rubbing off on you.”Lexi entered my mind, yawning. I noticed how quiet they’ve been.

You guys sure have been sleeping a lot.

“Yeah. We’re taking a break from bothering you non-stop. Don’t get comfortable though. We’ll return to full power once we reach Heila,”Lexi teased, fading away before I could argue.

Ugh, evil I say.

He gave me a kiss, his hand slid down to my ass, gripping it gently as I moaned into his mouth.

“We won’t get anywhere if you tempt me like that Firefly,” he admitted against my lips before pulling away, walking over to the front of the bike to retrieve two shell-like things with a strap and a glass front.

“What are those?” I asked, tilting my head.

They reminded me of the protection device, the picture book showed a shifter wearing when he rode a bicycle for the first time.

“These, are helmets. We have to wear them when we ride this type of vehicle for our safety. Just in case we lose control and slide or fly off the bike,” he proposed.

My eyes grew wide.

“Flying off? Are we going to fly off?” I questioned, horrified. Why would you ride a machine that flings you off?

Please don’t tell me these are those silly rollercoasters that humans think are fun.

Marcus laughed, my inner monologue clearly becoming outer as his shoulders shook.

“No, Firefly. This motorcycle is as safe as a car. It’s the driver who determines whether you’re going to fly off or not,” he explained. He leaned down and licked my sensitive spot on my neck, before whispering in my ear.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe and sound,” he promised.

The sexual tension would kill me if this continued.

He stepped back and placed the helmets on the seat before picking up a gift bag that was hidden behind the motorcycle.

“What’s that?” I questioned, eyeing the pink, sparkling bag.

“It’s for you. Seeing as the Starlight gods wanted us to dress alike for today, I think this will be the icing on the cake.” He presented me the bag; my hands grasped it before my eyes inspected it.

I reached into it; a smooth, textured material met my hands before I pulled the item out.

I squealed before opening it up to get a better look at it.

“A LEATHER JACKET! Oh my Starlight! It’s exactly like yours!!! We match! Can we take a picture?” I couldn’t hold back my excitement, lifting the jacket in the air as if it was a gift from the gods themselves.

He gave me a sleek smile before helping me put it on. The jacket fit me perfectly.

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