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“Because you’re wasting time. Now shut your mouth, sit the fuck down, and hold on before I leave without you.”

“You could be throwing me off a cliff for all I know,” she growled, stomping her foot on the ground. “And don’t speak to me like that!”

I could see she was getting more and more riled up, her boots kicking at the concrete, scuffing the already wrecked leather. I couldn’t do anything about it, however, because I kept meeting her level with each reply. We were getting louder and louder, and neither one of us looked like we were going to stop.

“I’m tempted,” I replied, honestly. This was one of the many times I’d honestly been tempted to chuck her off a nearby cliff just to shut her off. “You want a repeat of your sixteenth summer?”

“You bastard! I knew that was you!” She hissed. “You tied me to a fucking tree while I was sleeping! I didn’t even get to go to my own birthday party!”

“That wasn’t your birthday party. It was mine, and you were being annoying because I didn’t invite you.”

“It was both of our birthdays!” Ronnie tossed her pajamas at me, the cotton hitting me square in the face before falling to my lap.

“No, it was my birthday. I was born a whole four years before you, which makes it mine.”

“That doesn’t count!” Ronnie threw down her hands and stomped her foot.

She winced for a split second and I wondered just how hard she’d thrown down that leg.

“It does. Now get on.” I hadn’t really raised my voice as much as Ronnie had. I quickly realized we were gathering attention; attention that we really didn’t need in a town with a population of six hundred. It prompted me to put her pajamas in my saddle bag and pull out her helmet—

Thehelmet.The.Notherhelmet.

Ronnie looked like she wanted to argue with me, but I saw the moment she heard a few of the tenants of the motel begin whispering from the balcony above. If I remembered anything from high school, I knew Ronnie detested gossip.

As the memory passed through my mind, she snatched the helmet out of my hands, tugged out her bun with force that I’m sure hurt her, and put the helmet on over her head.

I braced my foot against the ground as Ronnie all but dropped down onto the bike, making the thing bounce slightly as her pussy came to grind against my back. The heat between us reappeared in an instant and if Ronnie’s stillness and sudden quietness was anything to go by, she noticed it as well.

I was trying not to remember or acknowledge anything about the ride home I gave her last night. I had been pissed off and having her pussy riding against my back and her breasts pressed against my leather cut only made it worst. Speeding up, which scared the absolute shit out of her, had somehow been a vindictive revenge; punishing her for making me touch all the parts of her that separated the seventeen-year old girl of my past and the sexy, all-woman rubbing up and down behind me.

I squeezed the throttle, the bike giving a tremendous roar that had the attention of every single tenant within a five-mile radius, and kicked off my stand.

This was a bad idea. I knew it. She knew it. Fuck, I’m sure even Hunter had already known it when he warned me yesterday.

But I did it anyway.

Just like every bad idea I had.

Chapter Six

Ronnie

Iknew where we were heading by the third turn. What I didn’t know was why.

This was my single most traveled route within the town of Fellpeak. We turned onto the dirt road, and I closed my eyes and mouth as dust was spat up in our faces, leaving a storm of sand clouds behind us.

“You awake back there?” Jax turned, his muscles shifting underneath my grip. His dark eyes, covered by the almost impervious black sunglasses shielding his face, stared down at me with a near-mocking brow. Jax would have to have a sense of humor for that to happen; however, it was something I’d yet to see.

I glared, prying my hands loose from the skin-singeing black leather. The experience of holding onto his leather apparel had been night and day for me. The sun had long since been down when Jax gave me my first ride the previous night. When I had my hands on his cut, the cool night air had made me feel the soft warmth of body heat radiating from Jax. Under the glaring sunlight, however, the material felt like a hot plate. My guard had been lowered and I had forgotten how hot leather under the sun got; my hands would have dropped it like a hot potato, had I had the chance.

The chance was torn away from me when Jax had released his throttle and we shot forward into three-digit miles per hour.

If only I hadn’t heard of his club’s connection to the sheriff, I would still be holding out hope for the day he got pulled over.

“Yes, I’m awake,” I grunted. The bitterness about being dragged this way and that like a ping-pong on Jax’s every whim was also setting in for the foreseeable future. One minute he acted like he wanted nothing to do with me, but within the short week of my stay, it was beginning to seem more and more like he wanted to control every aspect of my life. Whether it was his persecution of my truck, or presently, my living conditions, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe it was because he was a nice enough guy to care.Maybe I’ll start asking his permission to breath the air or will he rather I just hold it until I shut up forever?

“You’re quiet,” he uttered in response, turning away from the frown I was sure grew heavier the longer he looked at me.

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