Page 40 of Love Me, I Dare You

His long, languid steps with me in his arms make me incredibly anxious, but as promised, we reach his bike in no time. Setting me down on the seat to straddle it, the cold leather against my exposed thigh makes me gasp in response.

Another low chuckle leaves him as he grabs a helmet hooked underneath the seat, places it over my head and fastens it, bringing his face so close to mine. Though he still says nothing. His expression remains as impassive as I’ve seen it thus far when he straddles the bike in front of me.

My body grows tense. Memories of the first and only time I sat on this bike flood me as I recall what almost happened between us back then. About what I want to happen right now.

Grabbing my hands in his, he wraps them around his torso, the ridges of his muscles underneath his shirt teasing my fingertips. Being this close to him, feeling his warmth against mine, it makes me dangerously desperate to feel more of him. Arousal shoots through me, a need so strong I’m afraid of what I might do.

“Breathe, Angel,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick, with the same arousal coursing through me. It was exactly what he’d said to me all those years ago, the first time I sat in this same spot.

I’m too aroused to be embarrassed and there’s really no use in hiding what being so close to him does to me. So instead, I ignore his remark and tighten my arms around him, taking full advantage of the sinfully gorgeous man in front of me. My fingers move dangerously low, brushing against the waistband of his jeans.

“Drive Nash before I jump off the bike and change my mind.”

This time he’s the one that groans, and I feel his muscles flex as he revs up the engine. The sound makes the entire bike vibrate beneath me and I swear to God the feeling of it between my legs makes me damn near come.

“Aah,” I moan, unable to contain the way it makes me feel. My pussy throbs the harder he hits the gas, and I scoot closer to him. Being this close to him, with my hands on his hard body, and his freshly showered scent that’s so familiar yet incredibly unique, makes me want him so badly.

“Easy, Angel. Like I said before, you keep making those sexy little sounds while rubbing up on me like that. A man has only so much self-control. And baby, you ain’t ready for that side of me.”

“What makes you think I’d ever want it?”

“Bailey girl, who are you kidding?” He looks over his shoulder at me, a sinfully sexy grin plastered on his smug face.“You fucked the boy in me. You have no idea what the man can do.”

Well, fuck me, the bastard’s right and he damn well knows it.

Chapter Sixteen

Nash

The woman is going to drive me fucking mad, and she ain’t even mine to worry about. But she may just end up being mine to tame.

Ten minutes of torture not so quickly pass us by as we pull up to the wooden gates of her daddy’s ranch. The initial’s BK welded onto the enormous front doors welcome you to the two hundred acre property which houses not only Bailey’s family home—a large plantation style estate complete with two smaller properties her two brothers live in—but a cattle ranch on one side and horse stables on the other.

It’s been so long since I stepped foot on this ranch, a place I once considered my second home, though I wasn’t always welcome. That much wasn’t any different back at my parent’s home. Regardless, the nights Jase and I spent out here on the open land, smoking, drinking and getting into trouble, were nostalgic, to say the least. Though most nights were spent on my family’s property, the time we spent out here was special in its own way.

Mainly because I’d get to see her. The sweet, shy and troublesome Bailey was always nearby, hoping to be seen, aching to be tainted by my touch. She thought she was slick, but the giggles we’d hear in the darkness from Billie and her let us know when they were near.

The sun is nearly set on the horizon, lighting up the sky in beautiful dark shades of orange, red, and purple. The thundering of the motor beneath us comes to a smooth halt as we approach the property doors and find two men wearing cowboy boots on their feet and hats to match, standing at the front of the gates. They’re King’s guard dogs, men he put out here to ensure no one comes trespassing on their land. They were always around and most of the fun I had out here was sneaking away from them.

The rifles in their hands prove they don’t fuck around. “Looks like your daddy’s just as paranoid as always.”

Bailey takes off the helmet as she looks over at the two men who recognize her instantly. Their eyes go wide in surprise as they take in the gorgeous temptress in red silk that makes their jaws drop. Because mine sure as fuck did.

The moment I saw her in that sinful dress that dips so low in the front it should be illegal, I damn near lost all my self-control. Her perfect breasts sit high on her chest, draped in the delicate fabric that’s fitted over her like a second skin. My eyes were glued to the taut little peaks pushing against the silk underneath, proving what I already assumed—she isn’t wearing a fucking bra. My blood boils at the thought of someone else, like these two fuck heads, seeing them too.

“Howdy, Miss King,” the burlier of the two fellas, one I recognize, says as he tips his hat in her direction.Eyes up, fucker, or you’ll lose them.

Bailey clears her throat and takes on this sweet little drawl I’ve never heard before. “Hey there, Jake. It’s good to see you again, love.”Love.What the actual fuck?I look over myshoulder and find the damn woman smiling at me like she knew that would piss me the fuck off.

The asshole, Jake, has the nerve to wink at her before clicking some remote in his hand that opens the automated doors. “Your pops is looking for you, darling. Has us out here on the lookout. Though, he never mentioned you’d have yourself this fancy ride.”

Jake Macallan, some fucking horse loving cowboy fucker I went to high school with, looks over at me unimpressed. Or maybe it’s jealousy I’m seeing since I’m the one with the sexy little cowgirl on the back of my bike.

“Macallan,” I mutter curtly.

His jaw grows tense as greedy eyes connect with mine. “Bishop, fancy seeing you around here.” Yeah, I fucking bet it is. Though I don’t get to keep the conversation going.

“Drive,” Bailey says, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.

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