Page 17 of Heron's Flame

A shiver ghosted down my spine. Her sweet mouth saying that dirty word conjured a slew of scenarios in my head that ended up with me pumping hard between her thighs.

Wait. She said date. “We’re datin’ now?”

“You want to be with me? I want dates. Movies. Dinners. Rides on your bike. All of it. Plural, as in multiple times.”

A grin stretched my mouth wide. “And when do I get lucky?”

“As soon as I decide I can’t hold out any longer.”

I liked the sound of that. “Then I’ll make it my mission to get you hot and bothered, writhing on my seat and begging for my cock.”

A throat cleared as an older woman walked around us on the sidewalk. She made a noise of disgust in her throat, and I knew she had heard us. I didn’t care.

Neither did Rebel. She giggled. “That lady has no idea of the fun she’s missing.”

“Probably not,” I agreed. “Let’s ride, Love.”

I reached for her hand, sliding my fingers through hers as I led her to my bike. I wasn’t sure if she had ever ridden before and opened my saddlebags, digging out the extra helmet. Didn’t wear them much myself, but I kept two in case I had a rider. Funny, but I wasn’t the type of guy to put a woman on the back of my bike unless she meant something to me.

The thought reminded me of Cerys. She fucking loved to ride. My ex took to it like a pro. Thinking of her irritated me. I hated that she seemed to surface when I was with Rebel. It probably had a lot to do with how things ended between us.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I lifted the helmet and placed it over Rebel’s head. “You ever ride?”

“A few times.”

Hmmm. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. She hung out with bikers and lived at The Roost. Still, it irritated me.

“Who?” I asked, unable to stop myself from finding out.

“Cuckoo. Carrion. Even Falcon once.” She placed her hand on my arm. “It won’t be the same as riding with you.”

No, it wouldn’t. I didn’t have a chance to get jealous with a comment like that.

My gaze dropped to her nails. She’d gotten them painted with a unique design. Each nail had a different object on the surface: a crow, a motorcycle, and a blazing flame of fire stood out the most. My spark. She might not have told me it was official yet, but with my crow and the flame, she all but declared it to the world.

“It’s a spark,” she whispered. “Your spark.”

“You’re too damn cute, Rebel.” I leaned down and quickly kissed her lips, needing that little bit of connection. “I’m wearing you down.”

She snorted. “It’ll take more than a manicure and a ride on your Harley.”

“We’ll see.” I was confident that a date, a few kisses, and a ride on my bike would be all she needed to want more.

When I had her helmet strapped on, I threw a leg over my bike, settling onto the leather seat. Rebel climbed on behind me. Her hands slid around my waist, clasping together just inches above my cock.

“You need to scoot closer.”

“How close?”

“Until those sexy thighs are wrapped tight around me.”

She wiggled her bottom until any space between us had been eliminated. “That good?”

Oh, yeah. “Perfect, Love.”

“Where are we going?”

“You don’t have a preference?” I asked, wondering how much of this day she planned.

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