Page 129 of Iced Out

Nodding, I meet his wicked grin with one of my own.

“Whose roommates are we keeping up tonight?”

Epilogue

Oakley

4 Months Later — August

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

I glance up to Quinton where he’s standing across from me, leaning against the handlebars of his Indian Scout. He looks sexy as ever in a white tee and jeans, the lines and patterns of his tattoos popping out from beneath the sleeves. It makes it hard to concentrate on what I’m doing.

Which is learning to drive the fucking motorcycle currently between my thighs.

It’s never been an item on my bucket list, but I still remember the day he mentioned teaching me to drive it after one of our countless hook-ups, and more importantly, the spark in Quinn’s eyes at the thought of teaching me about something he loves.

It’s a light I never want to see go out. Ever.

So when he mentioned going for a ride today in passing, I thought…what better time than the present? Except, now that I’m straddling the damn thing, anxiety has set in, and I’m starting to regret my line of thinking altogether.

Still, I swallow down my unease and give a firm nod. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

One dark brow arches, but he just nods toward the bike. “Then start her up.”

Doing as he says, I turn the ignition switch he showed me earlier to the right.

“Okay, now flip the switch on the right-hand grip. That engages the electrical system.” When I do, he nods again and places his right hand over my left and gives a gentle squeeze. “Perfect, now pull in the clutch and push the start button.”

My finger hovers over the start button on the right handle for a moment as I stare into his icy blue eyes, and he gives me an easy, reassuring smile.

“You got this, baby. Let her roar.”

The engine purrs to life beneath me a moment later, and in that moment, I understand why he loves this as much as he does. The thrill it shoots through me is unreal. Only pure power and adrenaline.

I look up from the bike to him grinning down at me.

“You getting on?”

A look of amusement on his ridiculously handsome face. “You want me to ride bitch on my own bike?”

Now it’s my turn to be amused. “As if you don’t love every chance you get to rub up against me from behind?”

His lips purse for a moment before he nods. “Maybe, but you’re not naked right now.” Another brief pause, and then, “Wait, is that something we can—”

“Absolutely not,” I say with a laugh, but I’d be lying if the thought didn’t sound semi-appealing…as long as it was off and the kickstand was down. Or maybe him bent over it…

Damn. Spending all this time with him must really be rubbing off on me.

I shake the dirty thoughts free as best I can and motion with my head to the seat on the back. “C’mon. You know you want to.”

His lips purse for a moment, forming into a tight, thin line as he debates if he has complete trust in me not to destroy one of his most prized possessions…only to round the bike and climb behind me with ease.

Probably a wise decision, if I’m being honest.

Quinn’s torso presses against my back, making it even harder to concentrate than when I could see him. His heat radiating through my shirt sends shivers down my spine as he peeks over my shoulder and continues instructing me with reassurance.

“Okay, you got this. Push your left toe down to put it in first gear. You’ll use your heel to go into second once we start moving. Okay, and then release the clutch slowly while rolling the throttle with your right hand.” He pauses, and I feel the nod of his chin against my shoulder as I do what he says. “That’s it, baby. A little more gas and—”

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