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Chapter 18

ARROW

“I got you something.”

It’s been a week, and so far, I haven’t managed to send Lewis screaming into the night. I’m still a little nervous leading Lewis into my garage this morning though. His eyes light up and a smile spreads over his lips as he cocks his head and follows me.

“Presents? Lucky me.”

“It’s more practical,” I say, hedging so he doesn’t get his expectations too high, even though my heart is pounding with the hope that he likes what I got for him.

I open the box on my workbench and pull out the larger item first—a hot pink motorcycle helmet. His eyes widen and he lets out an excited squeak. I chuckle and hand him the helmet.

“I get my own helmet? I feel so official now.” He slips it on and strikes a pose. “How do I look?” His words are muffled by the visor.

“Hot,” I answer honestly, sweeping my gaze over him with heat burning in my gut.

He takes the helmet off again and I produce the second gift. My nerves ratchet up a little more with this one. I shake it open and turn it so he can get a good look at it. It’s a leather jacket that should be his size, with its own custom patch on the back.

“Property of The Skins?” he reads off. I bite the inside of my cheek, weighing whether I should offer to take it back and have the patch removed. A beat passes, and then he barks out a laugh. “I love it.” He snatches the jacket from me and puts it on.

Primal satisfaction settles in my chest. I growl and grab him by the jacket, yanking him forward until he crashes into me. He laughs again, tilting his head up and grinning at me.

“You look like you’re mine.” I nip at his bottom lip, and he catches my mouth in a kiss.

My cock hardens against his belly, tempting me to toss him up on the workbench and fuck him senseless. The roar of several motorcycles cuts through the air and banishes the fantasy though. For now, anyway. He breaks the kiss and looks at me with a furrowed brow, worrying his lip between his teeth.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe you should just go with your friends, and we can meet up later.”

I shake my head. “I swear you’ll like them if you give it a chance. I know they came off as dicks, but they’re good guys.”

“Even Jag?” Lewis asks skeptically.

“Even Jag.”

He takes a deep breath, then wipes his mouth and steps out of my grasp.

“Who’s ready to punch some homophobes right in the skull?” Hero crows as they all approach the garage wearing matching smiles and buzzing with excited energy.

“Please don’t make me bail you out of jail today.” We both know I’ll do it if I have to, any one of us would, but it’s really not how I want to spend my afternoon if I can help it.

“Nice jacket,” Piston says, winking at Lewis.

Lewis blushes and straightens his shoulders. “Thanks.”

Jag runs his fingers through his hair and saunters forward with a smirk. Jesus help me, if he tries to start shit today I might have to hurt him.

“Hey, Tater Tot,” he greets Lewis.

I cringe and Lewis whips his head around to glare at me.

“He overheard me on the phone with you last night.” I hold my hands up defensively.

“Great.” He sighs. “So am I going to be Tater Tot forever now? Can I lobby for a cooler nickname or is this set in stone?”

Tex snorts. “Ask Brick.”

No one bothers to explain, but Lewis seems to pick up on the context anyway. Nicknames are an unfortunate thing; they tend to stick whether you like it or not.

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