Page 26 of Power Play Daddies
I take them from her and toss them, along with her bag, into the compartment on the back of my bike. “Locked your car?”
She nods.
“All right. Ever ridden before?”
“Nope.”
“First time for everything.” I grab my spare helmet and hand it to her. “Here, put this on.”
She fumbles with the strap, so I help her, my fingers brushing against her jaw. Her skin’s soft, and she smells like citrus and vanilla. Fuck me.
“All right,” I say, stepping back. “Hop on.”
She stares at the bike like it’s about to bite her. “I’m not sure about this.”
“You’ll be fine. Just hold onto me.”
Her hands hover over my shoulders, tentative.
“Tighter,” I tell her. “You don’t wanna fall off.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, and I swear I could get drunk on that scent. “Comfortable?”
“Scared.”
“You’ll be okay, I promise.” I smirk, kick the bike into gear, and we take off.
She lets out a small gasp as we pull onto the road, but she doesn’t scream. That’s a good sign.
“You okay back there?” I call over my shoulder.
“I think so!” she shouts back.
I keep the ride smooth, easing into turns and keeping the speed steady. She’s got her arms tight around me, and it’s distracting as hell. Every time she shifts or adjusts her grip, I’m way too aware of her body pressed against mine.
We hit a stoplight, and I glance back. “How’s it going?”
She lifts the visor on the helmet, her hair a mess. “Not as terrifying as I thought.”
“Told you.” The light changes, and we’re off again.
We reach the shop a few minutes later. I park the bike and she slides off, smoothing her dress. Her bare feet touch the pavement, and she winces.
“Hang on.” I grab her shoes from the back and hand them over.
“Thanks.” She slips them on, looking around. “This where your guy is?”
“Yep.” I lead her inside. The place is small, crammed with gear. My buddy Raul is behind the counter, flipping through a magazine.
“Kieran.” He grins. “Long time, man.”
“Raul, I need a lens. Fast.” I motion to Daisy. “She had an accident.”
Raul’s eyes dart between us, a smirk tugging at his lips. “An accident, huh?”
“Not like that,” I snap.
Daisy laughs softly, shaking her head. “My lens broke. He offered to help.”
