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My Harley’s waiting, all black steel and raw power, and I catch him eyeing it, a mix of nerves and excitement. I swing a leg over, settling in, and pat the seat behind me. “Hop on, young man. And try not to gettooexcited…”

Caleb blushed, hesitates, then climbs on, his movements careful, like he’s afraid to touch me.

But when his thighs press against mine, his arms looping around my waist, I feel it—a jolt, like the first spark of a fire. His body’s warm, soft, and I have to grit my teeth to focus.

“Hold on tight,” I say, glancing back at him.

“I’m trying,” he mutters, his voice muffled against my shoulder, and I chuckle.

Before I kick the engine to life, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I pull it out, expecting Tank or Razor, and sure enough, it’s a text from Razor:

RAZOR: Vipers hit our lookout. Church tonight. Be there.

My jaw tightens. The club’s war with the Iron Vipers is heating up, and I’m supposed to be on the front lines, not chasing a boy.

But right now, with Caleb’s arms around me, I don’t give a damn about club business. I shove the phone back, ignoring the guilt gnawing at me.

“Everything okay?” Caleb asks, his voice soft, and I catch a flicker of worry in his eyes.

“Yeah,” I lie, turning to flash him a grin. “Just you and me now. Just you and me…”

I rev the engine, the roar drowning out everything else, and peel out of the lot.

Caleb’s grip tightens, his body pressed flush against my back, and I feel it—the rush, the freedom, and something new, something dangerous.

Caleb’s not just a challenge. He’s a risk, one that could burn me worse than any bullet.

But as the road opens up, the wind howling around us, I know I’m already too far gone to care…

Chapter 4

Caleb

“Let’sgoooo!” I holler, surprising myself at how loud I shout.

But maybe that’s to be expected…

The world is a blur of wind and thunder. My arms are locked around Jace’s waist, my cheek pressed against the leather of his vest, and the Harley’s roar vibrates through my bones.

I’ve never felt anything like this—wild, reckless, alive in a way that terrifies and thrills me all at once.

The road stretches out ahead, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through Willow Creek’s outskirts, and the fading sun paints the sky in hues of orange and pink.

I should be back at school, grading essays, safe in my quiet life…

Instead, I’m here, clinging to a tattooed biker who’s everything I’ve always avoided. And God help me, I don’t want to let go.

And just like that evening at the bar, I’m already embarrassingly hard. My cock is straining and pulsing, loving every second of this ride. Maybe it’s the engine’s vibrations, or maybe it’s who I’m holding onto…

Jace’s body is solid under my hands, all muscle and heat, and I’m hyper-aware of every shift he makes—leaning into curves, throttling the engine, commanding the bike like it’s an extension of him.

Jace’s scent—leather, smoke, and something raw and masculine—cuts through the rush of air, and it’s doing things to my head I’m not ready to admit.

When he showed up at my classroom, all cocky charm and danger, I should’ve said no. One ride, I told myself, just to prove I’m not as predictable as he thinks.

But now, with my thighs pressed against his and my heart pounding like a drum, I’m not sure who I’m proving anything to…

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