Page 133 of Chasing Sarah

I nod, wincing when my stomach tenses.

Fuck, she got me good.

“Good boy,” she praises, bending to kiss my cheek.

No, you did not!” I shriek excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Can’t have you riding alone, now can I?” Rhys laughs, straddling the mostbeautifulbike I’ve ever seen, aside from mine obviously.

My core is damned near weeping at the sight of him in leathers and boots. The way they mold to his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and thick thighs is causing my blood to overheat.

“Go get ready, let’s go for a ride.”

I grin and take off to get my gear.

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My long braid whips around wildly from under my helmet as Rhys and I race toward Paige and Declan’s.

I’m so unbelievably happy that Rhys got a bike and is more than happy to ride with me.

I might have purchased the bike on an impulsive whim, but it’s been a Godsend. It allows me to feel like I’m free – flying. The adrenaline I feel isn’t because I’m trying to replace another emotion. No, instead it’s an adrenaline that feels as though it’s a permanent part of me. The thrill of laying on the throttle and speeding down the road is hard to describe unless you’ve experienced it.

Rhys revs his bike. When I look over my shoulder, he lifts to a wheelie and takes off.

I shake my head at his antics.

Knowing, not only did he buy a bike, but he already knows how to ride, is so sexy.

Rhys was really made for me, wasn’t he?

Twisting the throttle, I speed to catch up, slowing down once I’m at his side. He holds out a hand.

Making sure I’m steady, I hold out my own and curl my fingers around his for a moment before letting go.

We slow when we come to the turn leading to the estate.

Declan, Paige, Emily, and Liam are standing at the front of the mansion. Their heads turn when they hear us driving up the road.

I chuckle then glance at Rhys. When his looks over, I flip him the bird then take off.

I coast to a stop then dismount. Rhys comes to a stop next to me and shuts off his bike. He takes off his helmet and shakes out the sweat from his hair, running his fingers through the reddish-brown strands.

Just when I thought this man couldn’t get more attractive, his freckles darkened from the Summer sun making its appearance.

He swings his leg, climbing off his bike then saunters over. His eyes are heated and a deep forest green.

I hold my hands behind my back, feigning innocence.

His hand whips out and clasp onto the bottom of my helmet. My breath catches when he jerks me forward. I watch him through my tinted visor.

“If you want to fuck me, all you have to do is ask,mo réalta.”I shiver at the deep rasp in his voice.

I step closer and place my palms against his muscular chest. “I want you to fuck me so hard that any time I move, I’ll be able to feel how sore my pussy is.”

His pupils dilate and he licks his bottom lip.

“Hey! Quick eye fucking! I’m hungry!”

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