Page 78 of Accepting Fate

On a straightaway, I reach one arm back and run my hand up and down her leg. I feel her relax against me and rest her head on my back, her helmet tapping mine gently.

This is the best feeling in the world. Logan pressed up against my back gives a new level of peace to riding my bike.

This drive is normally pretty quick, but I take my time.

I pull off onto the gravel parking lot on the side of the road and kill the engine. We get off and I immediately pull Logan to my chest. She melts into me, winding her arms around me.

Out of nowhere, a car flies by us going at least seventy-five, and I spin Logan away from the road, her back to the forest.

Taking her helmet off then mine, I search her eyes to make sure she’s okay.

“What a douchebag,” Logan says and then turns around to admire the forest behind her.

I'm surprised she doesn't make some smartass comment but I think she is too focused on hiking to care.

My hands go to her shoulders and turn her around. Her hair is sticking up all over the place and I plant a quick kiss on her lips before fixing her hair.

I run my fingers through mine and scan her face for any sign of how she felt about the ride. She doesn’t look upset or scared and a smile spreads across her face.

“You didn’t die. Dare I say you liked it, Angel?” I say, poking her side.

She jumps away, “Lucky first ride. There are douche monkeys like that guy on the road today, so I need to wait until I’m in the safety of my own driveway to make my final assessment. Now, where is this special place you won’t shut up about?”

I knew I spoke too soon about her sassy ass comment.

Stepping into her, I lower my head and kiss her below her ear. “Careful with that mouth, Angel, or I’ll find another way for you to use it.” Gripping her ass I give it a hard squeeze, careful to avoid the bruise.

Logan’s face heats. “Grayson.”

I spin her around and wrap my arm around her waist. My hand cups her pussy over her jeans and Logan leans back into my chest as I work my way into her pants.

When my fingers brush against her underwear, I tease her like I’m going to pull them back and then press my hard as a rock dick against her back. A low moan escapes her lips while she rocks her hips against my hand.

I pull it out, step back and spank her ass, careful to avoid the bruise as I take the backpack from her. “Take off those jeans. It’s wet on this trail.”

Logan looks like she wants to kill me. Her face is red, and her thighs are pressed so tightly together. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she tries to collect herself.

She does as I say and holds onto my arm to balance herself.

When she’s done, I kneel on the ground, open up the bag and grab our phones and my hat out. I stuff her helmet and jeans in the bag. Zipping it up, I use the chin strap of my helmet and thread it through the loop on the top of the backpack. When it’s secured, I stand and find Logan looking around. I can tell by the look on her face she hasn’t discovered this place yet.

Taking her hand in mine, I lead her toward the trail opening. “It’s about two miles in. Can you handle that pretty girl?” I ask in a teasing tone.

Logan knocks her shoulder against my arm. “Hush, you caveman. This better be good or I’m going to kick your ass for the stunt you pulled back there.”

“You loved it, and you know it. Now walk in front of me. I want to enjoy the view.” By view, I mean her ass and she knows it because she rolls her eyes, lets go of my hand, and walks ahead.

The hike is pretty flat, but it has a few inclines. Noah and I discovered this place by accident. We like it but he likes to go on the ones with insane inclines and so do I.

The trail is worn down enough that I don’t have to pay attention to giving Logan directions and get to enjoy watching her take everything in. I pull out my phone and take a quick picture of her watching a bunny run across the trail. When I go to take another, I click the button at the right time to catch her looking over her shoulder at me with a big smile on her face.

The smile drops off though, and she stops in her tracks. “Hey, I don’t know if you do but please don’t post that on social media.”

What the hell? I wasn’t going to. I don’t share anything other than tattoos on my pages, but Noah posts shit of my brothers and I all the time and tags me.

Confused, I explain quickly. “I wasn’t going to. I only post the tattoos I do. But do you want to tell me why you look so fucking scared that I’m going to?”

“I just don’t want my face on the internet in case some weirdo patient tries to find me,” she says hesitantly. I can tell she’s lying because she doesn’t meet my eyes.

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