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“Fuck that. I’m coming home tomorrow night,” I tell him. I hate the idea of leaving Etain at all, but it’s not safe to take her along. Drifter busts out laughing, slapping my back as we walk out to our bikes. “Where are you going tonight?” I ask, seeing that he’s getting on his bike.

“Just out for a ride. I need to clear my head.”

“Keep your eyes peeled. I don’t like any of us riding alone until this mess is over.” I know Drifter, and he needs his space. He does this a lot when he has something on his mind. He’s been like this the last few months. He goes out for a ride and comes back in a couple of hours, but never mentions where he was or who he was with. A man has the right to his privacy. Redemption Riders is about living a good life and feeling free.

“I’m not going far, and I’ll meet you at Etain’s place tomorrow at seven,” he confirms, then he snaps on his helmet and leaves.

There’s a whole lot of good that comes from riding. I get what Drifter means when he says it clears his head. It’s the quiet rumble of the pipes, the power of the machine, and the sense of control you have over your motorcycle. Sometimes, you lead your bike; other times, it leads you where you need to be. A ride is all it takes to clear your mind. Well, most days.

SIXTEEN

Come Home

ETAIN

My day with Sasha was amazing, and with the two of us working together, I was much further along with sorting out RR Mechanics’ financial dilemma. I’m itching to see their tax returns because I have a feeling that Hawk’s overpaid there as well. The tally is now thirty thousand seven hundred and twenty-four dollars and twelve cents that’s owed back to them in invoice overpayments.

Despite the way the morning started off, Sasha rallied, and it wasn’t long before she was back to her calm, Zen self. She was a tremendous help in organizing and sorting. Sasha never brought up the incident with her father, and I didn’t want to bring it up either. I thought a safer topic was work.

Sasha’s a computer programmer. I never would have imagined her behind a computer, but I guess it just goes to show that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

“I work freelance. I’ve built a list of clients, and whenever they need me or refer me, I see if I like the project and decide if I want to take it,” she said with a shrug. “I do okay for myself, and I have all I need,” she adds, looking around at her carefully decorated home. “I’m happy.”

She said those words, and I believe her, except for the happy part. Don’t get me wrong, I can see that Sasha’s a happy person most of the time, but not always, and definitely not today. She did show me some of work, not that I understood it. She’s creative and smart, and she can be funny.

Before I left to head back to my place, I gave her a humongous hug. “Later, bestie!” I chirped in her ear.

“You’re the best friend I could ever have asked for,” she returned.

Lee and Declan hang out outside while I make dinner. Tonight is chicken marsala with twice-baked potatoes and salad. While I have the food in the oven, I decide to take a shower. I turn on the hot water and slip in under it, letting the water cascade over me. I close my eyes, turn my face up, and feel the tension of the day ease away.

Suddenly, the shower door slides open, and I let out a shriek. A fully naked Hawk steps in. Before I can say a word, he has me pinned up against the tiled wall, and his mouth is on mine. It’s not just a kiss; he’s devouring my mouth. My arms go around his neck, while he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, his lips still touching mine. “This is going to go fast, baby.”

“Don’t wait.” He surges inside me, his long, thick cock filling me up. “Ethan!” I cry. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had. He feels so good and even better as he thrusts in and out, hard and fast. It’s like I’ve lost all control, and all I can do is feel the electricity sparking between us and my body craving more of what he gives me.

Hawk’s grunts and groans in my ear only excite me further. I love how he loses himself, and watching him come is a sight to behold. He’s a warrior celebrating his latest victory with his roar. There’s no one else like him, and he’s mine.

His hands on my ass pull me forward, tilting me slightly, but just enough so that on his next thrust, he hits just the spot to have me begging for more.

“Baby, please. Ethan, I have to come.”

“Let go, Ginger,” he urges.

And I do. Not a moment later, Hawk releases a primal groan, his face in my neck as we both remain connected, with him still holding me up against the wall. He slowly pulls out and sets me on my feet, his hand on my hip to steady me. A good thing, as my legs feel like jelly. How embarrassing would it be to drop at his feet right after sex?

With one hand, he moves my hair from my eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Etain.”

My heart skips with joy. I give him a shy smile. “I think you’re pretty amazing too.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth. “That was, uh, really hot.” I look up at him through lowered lashes. His salacious grin is sexy as hell.

“Get used to it, babe. Never know when the mood will strike me to strip you naked and fuck you hard.”

Christ! I’m almost ready to come again with his dirty talk. He grabs the loofah and squirts the bodywash on it, then begins to wash me. I’m so stunned, I let him. He turns me around and washes my back and then gets to work on my hair, massaging shampoo into my scalp. I lean back into his solid chest.

His soapy hands roam down around my waist, one staying there to hold me to him, the other moving between my thighs, where he starts playing with my pussy.

“Hawk—”

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