Page 55 of Infected By Virus

“What, I am a truth speaker. You won’t give it up and he’s bringing weeds and following children for dating advice. I can’t work with this. Sensei out.” She said with faux exhaustion. “Besides, I’ve been summoned to the clubhouse. My escort should arrive any second now.”

Harmon reached for her purse and they both stared at her in stunned silence.

“Um, since when do you answer summons?”

She copped a look that said anything but docile compliance.

“Since I want to go and maybe knock a certain biker down a peg or two.”

As if on cue, Outlaw pulled up and Harmon bounded out of the house before he could even get off his bike.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Rae expressed.

“Yeah, bad for Outlaw.”

Rae agreed, but they were both adults, and she had her own relationship to worry over.

“So, would you believe me if I said I forgot the spaghetti?”

Rae watched as a look of understanding crossed his face and his smile grew impossibly wide.

“No, but I’d still take you to the store to get some.”

“Great, let’s go.” Her enthusiasm was hard to contain.

She noticed him wave to Santa across the street, and he pulled away.

“What was that?”

“I sent him home since I’ve got you covered for the night.”

Before he helped her with the helmet, he kissed her until her knees went jelly mode “You look fine as hell, Sunny.” He raked her with his gaze, and she felt it like a physical touch. “Fine as hell,” he reiterated.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Before they pulled off, he shouted, “Hold on tight, babe.”

Rae understood the fascination with motorcycles within two minutes of leaving Harmon’s. There was something so intoxicating about it. Something so … free.

They could’ve ridden forever, and Rae wouldn’t have complained one single bit, but Virus slowed the bike to a crawl and was maneuvering a familiar but overgrown trail.

Their pond.

Driving his shiny bike on a trail on someone else’s property wasn’t part of the plan. She’d wanted to tap into that feeling they had that night, not trespass, but apparently, Virus had taken their role-playing to heart.

Although, she should’ve known; he’d taken the whole starting over thing literally, too.

Butterflies flapped around in her stomach, a whole freaking swarm of them, when the water came into sight, and he turned off the engine.

Virus doffed his helmet as she got off the bike. He helped with her buckle and when her helmet was free, and he pulled her to his lap. Guiding one leg over his hips to straddle him.

“Ooof.” The air left her lungs, but not from the suddenness of the movement—it was from the reaction of her body being spread across his. It was instantaneous. It always had been, and obviously, it always would be.

Virus didn’t say a word, he just stared into her eyes while rhythmically rocking her body against his. The heat generated from their bodies and the friction of their denim damn near ignited a fire between them.

“Fuck, Sunny,” he declared as shrugged her jacket off, ripped her shirt over her head, then shoved her bra to her neck. He devoured one breast, then the next. His mouth was frenzied and oh so hot. Nipping his way up to her mouth, he took her bottom lip between his teeth and held it there to the point of pain before sucking it into his mouth.

“Ahhhh.” A moan escaped her mouth but was born in her soul.

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