Page 48 of Reckless

“The bag was practically transparent. All the motorcycle guys out there saw them.”

I grab a Reese’s bar and throw it at him. It hits his chest and makes him laugh harder.

“I should throw you out there with all those motorcycle guys, see how you deal with that.”

Jude leans back and looks through the window. His eyes widen. “Jeez, is there a convention here or something?”

I’d shut out the sound of the motorcycles, but now that I’m not focused on Jude, I can hear how loud they are, as well as the chatter and laughter. I stand beside Jude’s seat and look out the window. The entire street is now full of parked motorcycles.

“Yeah, I’m definitely throwing you out there with them.”

“No, you’re not.”

He spins in the seat and wraps his arms around the back of my thighs. I stumble and almost fall, but he holds me up, tilting his head back so he can look up at me.

“Hey,” he says, before I can give him shit for that move. “I’m sorry this mess with Cody screwed everything up.”

My eyes flick to the bedroom, to where the bag is now lying on the floor. His hands move down the back of my thighs and back up again. They stop short of the curve of my ass. I grip his shoulders and look down at him, willing him to move them higher.

When another raucous burst of laughter breaks the silence, he shakes his head and lets me go.

“We gotta get out of here.”

“Uh,” I try to shake myself out of the lust. Again.

Jude stands and puts his hands on my hips. “I want you somewhere quiet, where I can focus on you with no distractions. I checked the schedule. Chamberlain isn’t that far away. That’s where we’re staying tonight, right?”

I nod, unable to form words. Still stuck on him saying he wants me somewhere quiet.

“It’s a straight drive down the I-90. I should be good to take over driving.”

“No,” I push back on his chest.

“Come on,” he grabs my waist.

“Jude, it’s not that easy to drive.”

“I’ve been watching you. I can do it.”

“On the interstate?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Nope.”

“You haven’t written anything today. You can focus on that while I drive.”

“No, you can stay alive while I drive.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, Jude. But,” I cut him off before he interrupts again. “I’ll give you some lessons tomorrow before we leave.”

“Promise,” he waggles his brows.

“I promise… I’ll give you some lessons.”

His eyes narrow. Before he argues, I pull out of his grip and walk to the bedroom.

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