Page 27 of Fastlander Fallen

“Oh my gosh,” she whispered to herself.

Ace pulled his helmet off and looked her up and down with the hungriest look she’d ever witnessed on a man’s face.

“Damn,” he said simply.

She grinned and struck a few poses. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. Come here, let me put this helmet on you.”

“If I look so good, why are you trying to put more clothes on me?” she teased.

“Safety first.”

“Dweeb. Fine, but if I wear the helmet, what will you wear?” she asked as she locked the front door.

“My shifter superpowers,” he deadpanned.

“Oh. Right. You would probably survive a crash. I have an admission!” she said as she walked up to his motorcycle.

“Admit away, I’m sure it will be something super-normal and not weird at all.”

“Your sarcasm doesn’t hurt my feelings. I was just going to say Gunner has a motorcycle, and when Hallie would ride off with him, I would take videos of them and send them to her. I was secretly jealous, and wished I could ride one.”

“Tonight was meant to be then.” He slid the helmet over her head, and she stood there grinning like an oaf as he tightened the strap under her chin.

“You somehow look even hotter now,” he assured her.

“Can you take a picture of me?” she asked excitedly. “I want to send it to Hallie, and maybe post it on the porn site I make all my income from. Hang on, let me take my pants off.” She moved like she would unbutton her shorts, and then grinned at him. “Just kidding.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s not funny.”

She giggled wickedly and pointed at him. “The face you’re making is funny.”

He got off the motorcycle and pulled his phone off the bar it was attached to. “Stand by the bike and strike a pose.”

“On my hands and knees?”

“Less weird.”

“Right.” She splayed her legs slightly and lifted her chin, flipped the mirrored visor down, linked her hands behind her head, and popped a hip to the side. “Like that?”

“Ummmm…” He cleared his throat and looked down at the picture he’d taken. “Yep, we’re good.”

He walked up to her and showed her. The picture was darker, the motorcycle was all shiny reflecting the porch light, and she looked curvy and confident. She looked kind of pretty. And maybe even a little dangerous. “Do you like it?”

“I’m gonna put it to use tonight,” he said in a husky voice.

A churning sensation took over her stomach. Whoa, that was hot. “Really? Are you talking about…” She dipped her voice to a whisper, “Whacking off?”

“Whacking off?” he asked with a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s what you boys do with hot-girl pictures, right? You whack off.”

“Stop,” he drawled out, throwing his head back to give his grin to the sky. “I cannot have this conversation if you keep saying that.”

“So, no? No whacking off?”

“Corey.”

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