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It was nearlydawn and I felt wrung out, ready to sleep, and though Lysa offered to let us stay with them (over Cotton's grumbled protests) Gray shook his head and pulled out his phone.
He made a single call and said a single word, "Deliver."
Then we sat down to wait awkwardly in the bar as the sky grew lighter around us. Lysa tried to push small talk, but Z—who was normally the most talkative—was still huffy about the Sweet Butt thing.
Thankfully, a semi-truck pulled its squeaking breaks into the parking lot after only about twenty minutes. As I strolled with the others out to meet it, my eyes grew wide. In the back of the semi were some seriously impressive Harleys.
"Oh, they're prettier than Zac Efron!" Lysa gushed, stepping forward and running her hand over the handlebars of the nearest one.
Cotton just grunted and Gunther put on duck lips—kind of like he was impressed too but didn't want to say it.
There were five bikes and six helmets ready for us.
"Hayley, I thought you'd ride with one of us, but since Z is drunk... " Gray trailed off.
I marched forward and slung a leg over the smallest bike, not caring that it hiked my zebra skirt up a ton. I tested the heels and gritted my teeth. They were gonna make driving difficult.
"Wait, you can drive a bike?" Z asked. "How did I not know this?"
"You don't grow up with Matthew and not try to kick his ass at dirt biking," I responded.
"Hold up," Lysa said. "There's no way your top is gonna stay up in the wind. You can borrow some clothes."
That momentarily stopped everything as all eyes traveled down to my boobs. I hiked a brow and then shoved my hands up under them, plumping them up. "Got them memorized yet?" I snarked, before climbing off the bike and following Lysa through the bar to the kitchen. She pulled open a locker and handed me a black outfit with pants, socks, and riding boots, then tossed me the leather jacket that had been stuffed in at the bottom.
I changed in the bathroom, and came out feeling much better in a leather tank top and stretchy black pants than I did in that other get-up. I pulled on the cropped leather jacket last and checked myself out in the mirror. Lysa had good taste. The shirt had v cut that wasn't so low that I was afraid of popping out of it and a high, cinched waist. It was classy badass.
I chuckled at my own assessment as I headed back outside. The van we'd arrived in was driving up a ramp into the back of the semi. It parked inside and then Gray hopped down, tossing the keys at the semi driver as he headed down the ramp.
"Compact." I knew Gray's one-word order doomed our van. It would be scrunched into a metal pancake by noon. The driver nodded and closed up the back of his trailer as I joined the group.
Andros and Evan already straddled their bikes, but Malcolm was waiting near mine with a helmet for me. He gently pulled my hair back and helped me slide it on before striding over to his own.
Gray and I mounted up, then I flicked my visor open and looked over at Cotton and Lysa. "Thank you. I owe you one."
Cotton shook his head but Lysa put her hand on his arm to stop him. "I'll take you up on that someday," she said with a wink. "Might need some tips on how to get my own Sweet Butts."
Z climbed on behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he muttered, "We aren't damn Sweet Butts."
Lysa held up a hand to her ear and leaned forward. "What's that? Sorry, couldn't hear you from way back there where you're ridingbitch."
Z growled and gripped me harder. Before he could retort, Gray and the guys started their engines and the growl of motors cut off anything he might have said.
I peeled out of the parking lot and joined the guys on the highway. We spaced out and rode single file, following Gray to our next, unknown location as the sun started to tiptoe into the sky.
Just as my thoughts were about to bombard me with worries, a voice sounded in my ear. I swerved and nearly crashed the damn bike.
"Fuck! Don't do that!" I cursed at Z.
Apparently, there was a mic in my helmet that no one had bothered to tell me about and Z had figured out how to work it.
"Shit. Fine. I won't compliment the way your ass feels as it vibrates against me."
Bastard. Of course, he had to go and make me laugh. I tried to swallow my amusement and project annoyance. "You nearly killed us."
"You're the one driving, so I think you'dtechnicallybe the killer."
