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Grabbing her wrist, he again yanked her along with him as he made his way to his bike. “The cops are coming, and I really don’t want to get into it.”

Stopping at his matte black Harley-Davidson softail, Fat Boy Lo, he released her.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Blue stared at the back of his bike, the seat he’d given her. No one rode on the back of a one-percenter’s bike but his woman—his ol’ lady. She wasn’t either.

Yet, there he was, offering the coveted seat to her for the second time. She wanted to ride behind him, needed it. In her bones, she felt like it was her place, but he was married.

He had a wife.

It wasn’t her.

She needed to remember why she’d broken up with him. It hurt too much.

Once Mooky had gotten on his bike, his hands rested on the handlebars, and he turned toward her.

“Get on the fucking bike, Dakota.”

The sound of the police sirens grew louder. She looked around. Everything had happened so fast.

She couldn’t think clearly.

Was it possible to slur in thoughts?

Married.She couldn’t forget that.

If he’s chosen you to be his woman, you will feel it in your bones. There’s no questioning his devotion.

The ol’ lady’s words echoed in her mind again.

If you can feel it, the complications may be worth it.

She could feel it, but was getting on the back of his bike the right thing to do?

Cops were on their way.

Her leg swung over the seat as though it had a mind of its own. Before she could talk herself out of it, she let margarita logic take over and snuggled up to him on the bike.

Her arms wrapped around his middle, and her thick thighs bracketed his hips. She didn’t know where he’d take them. She didn’t know what this meant, but she couldn’t think about that now.

The bike thundered to life, and she tightened her hold on him. When he rested his hand on her, he squeezed her leg, and they pulled out. Red and blue lights passed them, and she turned her head away. Everything was far too complicated.

CHAPTER 13

Mooky

When Mooky got Blue on the back of his bike, he hadn’t really thought about where they’d go. They hadn’t been riding long, but he had to decide. His kids were back at his new place. The first night in the house with his mother instead of him.

Could he bring Blue home? Did she want to be there? She’d been the one who ended their relationship, and rightly so. She probably didn’t want him to take her anywhere except her place.

Exhaustion plagued him from his lack of sleep over the last few days. He needed to get his bearings.

Pulling the bike to the side of the road, he had to think. Which was hard to do with her arms around him and her legs squeezing him tightly. His bike roaring beneath them only made it worse.

No, he needed a minute to figure this shit out.

He thought he’d given up being impulsive after getting Angela pregnant for the first time. He couldn’t risk being so careless anymore. It was up to him to be responsible. Yet there he was, impulsive as all get out for Blue.

She did that to him. His want, or need, for her trumped all rational thought. She destroyed any sense of moral judgment he had by existing.

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