Page 32 of Wicked Oath

“Yeah,” I smile.

“Just hold onto me. Lean with me and don’t fight it. We will stay up, even if it doesn’t feel like it,” he says as he picks up a helmet. He pulls the full-face helmet on me before securing the strap. “This was my father's bike that I have up kept.”

“Well, I am honored to be on it with you,” I say.

Talon lifts my body and places me on the back of the bike before sitting in front of me. I wrap my arms around his body as he starts the bike. It rumbles under us, and it makes me smile. “Where is your helmet?” I ask him, making the others laugh as they put theirs on.

“I don’t wear one,” he says.

“Like fuck you don’t,” I snap. “Put a fucking helmet on, Talon.”

“Delaney,” he sighs.

“Hell no. Wear one or I’m taking mine off,” I say with an attitude. “I’ll argue all day, Talon.”

“Only because you’re cute when you get feisty,” he says, leaning over to grab the other helmet off the table beside us. He pulls it on and fastens the strap.

“Good boy,” I say as I wrap my arms back around him.

“I’m going to punish you for that one,” he says, as he reaches back and squeezes my knee, making me giggle.

Talon and I are the last ones to leave the garage. I am buzzing with anticipation as we make our way down the driveway. As soon as we hit the pavement and the garage door shut, we speed up and go toward the gate. “Remember, Babe. Just lean with me, okay?”

“Okay,” I sigh.

The gate shuts and I gasp when he suddenly accelerates and we takeoff down the road. I hold onto him tightly as we speed down the road, but I can’t help but relax overtime. It feels freeing to be on the back of his bike. I get used to the curves and learn to lean with him. I fight the feeling at first, but I trust him to keep us safe.

My ears are ringing from the roar of the engine by the time we stop, and Talon shuts the bike off. “Woah,” I say as Talon helps me to my feet.

“Thoughts?” he asks, pulling my helmet off.

“That was… incredible,” I say. “Is it weird that I want to jerk you off while we are going down the road? I’d totally do it.“

“Let’s reserve that for driving in the truck,” he laughs. “Pretty sure that’s how you end up on a registry.”

“Yeah… Still might tease you though,” I smile.

“I still might bend you over this bike,” he remarks.

“Sounds exciting,” I laugh. “Oh shit…”

“What?” he asks.

“Logan,” I say. “He’s walking this way.”

“Inside,” he says, taking my hand. “Guys?”

“We’ve got your back. Go on,” Rogue says. Talon nods and leads me with his hand on the small of my back as we walk into the venue.

“I feel under dressed,” I mutter.

“Are you comfortable?” Talon asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you like what you are wearing?” he continues to question.

“Yeah…”

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