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She grabbed the bottom of her top and raised it. When he wrapped his hands around Honey’s, stopping her, she pointed out, “The guys won’t notice my chest, right?”
“Your bottom is in grave jeopardy, Little girl.”
“But you’ll put something on?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I will.”
He dragged a pullover on and escorted her out the door. Honey froze. Razor’s beautiful bike sat on the driveway with an addition.
“A sidecar? Did you do that for me?” she asked. It was painted as if a golden liquid dripped down the sides from the open top. Her mouth gaped open in surprise as she turned back to him. “Is that a honey pot?”
“Now you’ll have the Honeymobile and a Honey pot. I thought you needed to hang out with me in style,” he said with a smile.
“I love it! But I’ve never ridden on a bike. Much less in one of those.”
“It’s about time to try, isn’t it?”
“Is it safe to go out of the compound?” Honey asked. Just a couple of hours ago, the Ravagers had followed them back to Inferno.
“There’s plenty of room in here to ride today. We’ll go on longer trips later.”
“Honey! That’s so much fun!” Caroline said, darting across the road to admire the bike. Wraith followed her quickly and smacked Caroline’s bottom as she leaned over to look inside the new addition. “Ouch!” Rubbing her bottom, she whirled to frown at her Daddy.
“You never checked to see if anyone was coming, Little girl,” Wraith said, glaring at her.
Caroline opened her mouth to argue and snapped it closed when he raised an eyebrow at her. The other Little girl had chosen wisely. A roar of engines made the group glance toward the paved road. Two motorcycles led Winnie’s car through the compound with another behind her.
Winnie’s mouth rounded in an inaudible O, and she slammed on her brakes, making the bike behind her quickly divert to the side. Scythe flipped up his visor as she threw open her door and scrambled out.
“That’s so neat!” she called and abandoned her car to run and join the gathering in Razor’s driveway. “Can we all take a ride?”
“That’s up to Honey. It’s her sidecar,” Razor told her.
“Can I try it first?” Honey asked, not wishing to hurt her new friends’ feelings.
“The first hundred times at least should be yours,” Caroline chimed in quickly. “And you can tell us no if you’d rather keep it for yourself.”
“What do you say, Honey. Want to go for a spin?” Razor asked.
“Please!”
“You’ll need a helmet,” Razor pointed out and opened the garage to grab a box from the shelves on the side. He unpacked it to reveal a sparkly gold helmet with black bee stickers scattered around the bottom edge.
“That’s so cute!” Honey clapped with excitement. He’d done all this for her. Her Daddy always paid attention to the smallest details about her. She glanced around the crowd as it got bigger by the moment. Everyone in the compound had come to join the fun.
“Let’s see how it fits,” Razor suggested, settling the safety device into place and adjusting the strap.
Winnie and Caroline oohed and aahed over the helmet. They cheered as Honey settled into the sidecar.
“You look like a bad biker bitch,” Caroline called and yelped again when Wraith repeated his pop to her bottom.
“No swearing, Little girl,” he corrected her before studying Honey and admitting, “The Devil Daddies MC got even cuter when Razor found you.”
Honey’s face heated with embarrassment at the compliment, not in a weird way. Wraith loved Caroline with every fiber of his heart. Honey wasn’t used to being the center of attention.
Razor lifted his injured leg over the bike and settled into position. None of the guys offered to help. Their actions came from respect for him, not a lack of willingness to make sure he was okay.
“Let’s go for a ride,” Razor suggested and slowly eased down the driveway.
