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He set his forehead against hers.

“And I loved it. It was exhilarating. I want to do it again.”

“Are you sure you feel up to it? You’ll have to hold on to me tight. Your arms are bruised.”

“The bruises only hurt if you touch them. Don’t grab my biceps, and we’ll be fine.”

It was a gorgeous day out. Chilly, but not too chilly to ride the bike. “All right, but you’re wearing my cut. I don’t want you to get cold.”

“I can’t take your jacket. I have my own. I’ll go grab it.”

He shook his head and led her back into the house. “Baby girl, I have more than one.” He grabbed two off the hooks inside the kitchen and held one up to help her into it.

She tucked her nose under the front and inhaled deeply. “Smells like you.”

Fuck, she was sexy. Everything she did was sexy. Every movement. But right now, she was damn gorgeous wearing his cut. She’d never done that before.

“Got everything you need, Little Lyla?”

She grabbed her satchel. “Yep. Phone, ID, credit cards, sketchpad. I’m good.”

As badly as Rock wanted her behind him on his bike, he was certain his dick was going to be hard the entire time. His girl was going to flatten her chest to his back, wrap her arms around him, and hold on. There was no better feeling in the world.

Back outside, he grabbed a spare helmet from his saddlebag and secured it over her head, snapping it under her chin. “I’llmount first, then you grab onto me and swing your leg over behind me.” He tucked her satchel in the saddlebag.

“Got it.”

Seconds later, his Little girl was plastered to his back, her arms tight around his chest. He could get used to this. Hopefully she would enjoy riding with him and want to do so often.

Too bad her parents’ house was only a few miles from his. He didn’t get to spend nearly as much time riding with her as he would like, but she needed to meet Ink and Breaker at the house and let them in.

“Holy shit,” Lyla muttered as he parked in her driveway and turned off the engine.

He twisted to look at her. “Language, Little girl.”

Ignoring his reprimand, she looked around. “Why are so many members of the MC here, Rock?”

“Safety, Baby girl.” He helped her dismount before doing the same.

“Don’t you think this is a bit overboard?”

“Nope. I think my Little girl was attacked inside this house last night. I’m not taking any chances with her safety.” He took her hand and led her to the front porch.

King stood by the door. He took Lyla’s keys from Rock and turned to unlock it. “I’ll check inside. Be right back.” King disappeared.

Rock tucked Lyla into his side and hugged her close. “You okay, Little Lyla?” he murmured into her ear.

“I think so. Just overwhelmed. I don’t know what I would do without your help today. There’s no way I could have returned to the house and picked up where I left off.”

“Well, you don’t have to. I’m here.”

King returned to the entrance. “It’s all clear.” He smiled and held out a hand to Lyla. “Nice to meet you. I’m King. You must be Lyla.”

“Yes, Sir,” she muttered. She lowered her gaze to the logo on his shirt. “Are you a firefighter?”

“Yep.” He rubbed his eyes. “A very tired one.”

Lyla’s eyes widened. “Oh. I’m sorry. Did you just get off a rotation?” It was adorable that she was so concerned about others.

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