Page 22 of Protected By Saint

I clear my throat, and Kyle pulls his attention from the TV to look at me. “So, um, how long have you been into bikes?” I ask in an attempt to fill in the awkward silence.

“Since I was like seven,” he responds, and I expect him to go on, but Kyle doesn’t explain further.

“Uh, okay. Which one’s your favorite?”

He lights up like a Christmas tree. “I really love the Harley Davidson Softail, especially the Heritage Classic model.” He beams, leaning in to explain. “It’s got that retro vibe with the detachable windshield and saddlebags. Oh, I’ve heard that the Milwaukee Eight engine gives it great balance. I’ve only ever seen one, never ridden it though. Too expensive.”

I nod with a confused smile on my face. I don’t know anything about motorcycles, so I simply nod along. “That sounds…lovely,” I finish pathetically, unsure what else to say.

“I heard that Prez has that exact model. I think he keeps it in his garage here,” Kyle says, sitting up with a look of longing on his cherubic face.

“Do you want to go and check it out? I’m sure Saint wouldn’t mind,” I offer, and I didn’t think it was possible for one’s eyes to get that big.

“Can we? Are you sure? We need Saint’s permission first.”

I don’t know the dynamics around motorcycle club members and their bikes, so I hesitate for a bit before deciding I might as well get the man’s permission. “Give me your phone; I’ll call him and ask.”

I’ve never seen someone move so fast as Kyle fumbles around with his jacket, looking around for the phone, nearly dropping it when he finds it. He unlocks it and dials Saint’s number before quickly passing it over to me.

The call rings once before Saint’s sexy voice breaks through the speaker, and just like that, I forget how to breathe. “Kyle, problem?”

“It’s me,” I say, flushing for no reason. I turn around to hide my face from the man watching me eagerly.

“Jade,” Saint’s voice softens a bit. “Are you okay? Do you need me to come home?”

“No,” I cut in, chewing at my lip as my heart starts racing, his concern doing things to me that shouldn’t happen in polite company. I feel that familiar pulse between my legs that always happens anytime I hear the man’s voice.

“Jade?”

Right.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I say. “Kyle mentioned that you own a Harley Softail something.”

“Harley Davidson Softail, Heritage Classic Model,” Kyle calls out from behind me, practically shaking in his seat. I can hear the couch moving.

“Yeah, a Harley David… You heard him, right?”

Saint laughs, the sound warm, and damn him, it sends the fire in my body burning so hot I find myself crossing my legs. “Yeah, it’s in the garage.”

“Can we go check it out?”

“You don’t need to ask, precious.”

My heart swells, and my flush deepens. “So that means I can take it for a ride around town?”

“Now let’s not get carried away.” It’s my turn to laugh, and a part of me wants to lean back on the couch and talk to him all day, but I remind myself that I have company and he’s working. Coupled with the fact that this isn’t even my phone.

“Okay, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing,” I say. “We won’t touch your precious bike, just look.”

“Nothing in or out of that house is more precious to me than you, Jade Purdy.”

If I wasn’t already fully and utterly in love with the man, this is the moment I would have fallen. My cheeks are on fire as I hang up the call before turning around to pass Kyle back his phone. If he notices that my cheeks are the color of ripe tomatoes, he doesn’t mention it.

“What did he say?” Kyle asks, excitement clear in his voice.

“He said we could check it out, but unfortunately there will be no riding across town.”

“Motorcycles are an extension of a rider and touching it without permission is the biggest form of disrespect.”

“Well then, come on,” I say, getting up and gesturing for him to follow me. “Let’s check out the bike in the garage.” His face lights up, and I can see the thrill coursing through him. We’ve been cooped in here all day, so I welcome the distraction. As we step outside, the cool breeze brushes against my skin, and I lead him down the path to the garage.

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