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“Yeah. He really was. I can’t believe how much he improved over the summer. Did you keep working with him?”
“Me?” She scoffs. “No. I’m not patient enough. That was all you.”
“You were there too.” For months Colter worked out with us. It was nice because I got to know my best friend’s boyfriend and give him the stamp of approval. He’s really great and Quinn is absolutely gone for him.
“Yeah, but I mostly sat around and gawked at him.”
“You still mostly sit around and gawk at him.”
She beams. “He’s hot. Gawking is required.”
Without thinking, I chance another look down at the guy on his bike. Speaking of hot…he has a whole bad boy, break your heart but look good while doing it vibe. He reaches forward and wraps his fingers around the handlebar. The movement makes his shirt strain against his back and side and his bicep flexes under all that ink. If danger had a look, it’s this guy in his all-black ensemble and matching motorcycle.
“Damn,” I mutter.
He looks back and catches me staring. A smug smile tips up the corners of his lips. I quickly glance away and back to the track, but not before heat creeps up my neck.
“Right?” Quinn asks with awe in her tone. “She’s the only chick on the team, but she is representing the ladies well. Also, she’s so sexy. Her red hair really does it for me.”
“Huh?” My head snaps toward my friend in confusion.
She motions to the track where a woman takes off her helmet, freeing her red hair with a shake of her head, and waves to the crowd.
Quinn continues, “You think I could talk Colter into sleeping with her and letting me watch?”
“Seriously?”
“I’m mostly kidding, but I have thought about it. Colter’s open to all sorts of things in theory but I think he’d kill any guy that came at me naked. And I’d probably do the same with anyone who tried to put hands on my man. What about you?”
I shake my head with a laugh. “You two are perfect for each other.”
“You’ve never thought about hooking up with multiple people?”
“No, not really. My sex fantasies are more one-on-one,” I admit. “I can barely find one person I want to hook up with, so the odds of finding more seem unlikely.”
“True. You are very picky. Except Tristan.”
I wrinkle my nose at the memory. He kissed like it was a competition and he was determined to win. My lips hurt just thinking about it.
The woman on the motorcycle stands on the seat of her bike and raises her arms.
“She’s hot though, right? When she first joined the team, I was so jealous that Colter was spending so much time with her, but he says red hair doesn’t work for him. Something about being traumatized by the Chucky movies as a kid.”
“She is pretty hot.” I nod.
The crowd loves her, men and women alike. Speaking of men, I feelhisstare on me and glance back down at the hot asshole to find him watching me again. He’s not ogling so much as staring like he’s amused by me. I lift my chin defiantly, then turn my face toward Quinn. “That guy down there keeps looking at me.”
She pries her gaze from the redhead and scans for him. “Which one?”
“Black shirt, tattoos, hot as sin?”
Her laughter is muted by the noise of an engine revving. “In this crowd, you have to be more specific.”
“The one sitting on his motorcycle.”
A few seconds later, I know she’s found him when her voice croons, “Oooh. He is pretty.”
Pretty? The man is all hard edges and tough demeanor. Handsome and striking, yes. Pretty? Not exactly.
