Inmate of the Month (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 7)

“Umm.” I hesitated. “You’ll have to loosen it. What if I see someone I know?”

Laric’s lips twitched as he reached forward and adjusted it slightly, his fingers rasping against the sensitive skin of my neck as he gave it a little slack.

I licked my lips, tried really hard not to look him in the eyes, and only managed to focus on his lips.

All the while I wiggled on his bike seat as if there were ants in my pants.

Nope. No freakin’ ants. Only vagina rippling from the sound of his voice, the shape of his lips, and the thought that having his beard drag along the inside of my thighs might be all I need to orgasm.

Annnnd, now I was thinking about him giving me an orgasm.

Which inevitably went to me watching him orgasm. Or almost orgasming.

Hells bells.

“We’ll go by your place and get you some shit tomorrow.” He paused. “Or maybe not. We’ll just get your parents or I’ll send Six or something. Maybe it’s best for you to just rest and recuperate somewhere that’s nowhere near there.”

“Thor’s lazy.” I tried to hide my previous thoughts and instead focused on him as he moved to take the seat in front of me. “He’ll do his level best to do this the easiest way possible. He’ll call around. Rely on his buddies to tell him that they’ve seen me. Then he’ll follow up if he feels like it. In the meantime, he’ll go hit one of those buddies up and hang out on their couch because he seriously inspires such intense devotion. I don’t know why. But yeah, one of them is probably putting him up right now because they think he farts flowers.”

Laric laughed, but that laugh was drowned out by the sound of his motorcycle starting and revving up.

I watched as he moved his hand backward, warming up the engine and making the entire bike shake at the same time.

“Wow,” I found myself saying. “That’s intense.”

Laric didn’t hear me, though.

The bike was too loud. I’d spoken too softly. And now he was focused on the bike and not on my words or me.

At least, I thought he was.

When I shifted on the bike behind him, trying to get closer without actually touching him in any way, he reached back with his big hands and offered me them.

I took him up on the offer, but only one of them, placing my forearm in his grip and then shivering delightfully when he latched on and held steady, allowing me to move up and get into place.

When I was where I was going to ride, he kept hold of my hand and then helped situate my hand around his middle. When he flattened my hand against his to-die-for abs, I thought I might have a mini-stroke.

“Good?” he asked, yelling over the powerful purr of the engine.

I leaned in until I was almost touching him with my mouth to his ear and said, “Good!”

That was a lie, though.

I was better than good.

I was great.

Being pressed up against him was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Granted, everyone that I’d ever ridden behind had been family or a close friend, but still.

“Hold on,” he called.

Then we were moving.

The ride, the way that it made my soul feel at peace, was one that I’d never get over.

Not ever.

I loved the way I felt when I rode on the back of a bike.

But, saying that, I’d never felt like this.

The total, almost complete and utter peacefulness, felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before in my life.

And, though I knew that when I was on the back of my dad’s bike, he would always keep me safe. It just wasn’t anywhere near the way that I felt with Laric.

I had almost an instinctive knowledge that Laric would never, ever hurt me. He would always put me first. He would always treat me as if I was number one.

Logically, I knew that my dad loved me. But I would never be first in his eyes.

With Laric, though? I was beginning to feel a whole lot when it came to the attractive man.

I’d done a whole lot of soul searching over the last few hours, and there was one thing that I knew for sure.

I wanted to get to know Laric better. I had a feeling down deep in my heart that Laric was it for me.

I wasn’t sure why, or how, or whether or not he would feel the same, but I knew that I had to explore this.

Just with the way it felt being pressed up against his back on the back of a bike, or the way he’d saved my life a few days ago, or even when he’d come to visit me to make sure I was okay, I knew that there was something a whole lot bigger than anything I’d ever experienced before.