The car comes to a stop.
“Want to see where we are?” Diesel asks me.
I nod my head, sufficiently chastened by this stern man. I can see now the hardness in him and how he carried himself in his MC. Sure, he loves me, but when he’s firm, he’s firm.
“And you’ll stop bothering me about going somewhere dangerous after this?” he asks me.
I nod again. I’ve learned my lesson.
“Great,” Diesel says, opening the door to the limo.
I get to the exit and step out.
The air smells…different.
I see a long line of cars snaking towards a giant stadium.
And it dawns on me.
“That’s…Nailers Stadium,” I say to Diesel who nods his head.
“Someplace dangerous…you brought me to…New Jersey?” I ask, starting to put pieces and places together.
“East Rutherford, New Jersey,” Diesel says, pulling out two foam fingers. “Nailers Stadium.”
“This is dangerous?!” I ask him a bit shrilly. “New Jersey?”
He shrugs. “They don’t have Yellow Cabs here,” he says. “And I don’t think you’ll see too many Equinox gyms either, city girl.”
I pause for a second. I don’t know what I’d do without taxi cabs. Drive?
“Danger, danger,” Diesel teases as he pulls me close.
Asshole. I want to slap him again.
But he kisses me.
“They’re bringing the bike too, so after the game we can ride back into the city,” he tells me. “How’s that sound?”
As much guff as I give him, it does sound pretty good, you know?
I try to hide it, but eventually the smile pops through.
Whatever. I kiss him back.
“My outlaw,” I say to him, pulling him close and pressing my body against his.
He grabs my ass and bites my lip.
I’m thinking we take some time and rock the limo if things keep progressing this direction.
Show New Jersey some real dangerous….
;)
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