Passing the Torch (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 1)

Chapter Eleven

Hero

“You need help?”

Reva fumbled with the strap on the helmet. She lifted it to her face and scowled. “I can’t see what I’m doing when I try to do it.” She dropped the straps and sighed. “Do I really need to wear this? We’re not driving that far.”

I grabbed the straps of her helmet and snapped them together. “If you’re on the back of my bike, you’re wearing a helmet.”

She frowned and touched the black helmet on her head. “I feel a little dumb.”

I cradled her chin and tipped her head back. “Are you arguing with me?”

She bit her lip and looked sexy as hell. “Uh, if I am, does it mean we’ll go back inside and you’ll kiss me senseless ‘til I listen?”

I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m gonna have to come up with a different plan. I think you might start disagreeing with me just to get a kiss.”

“Or you could just kiss me more and then I’ll always be senseless.” She cringed and closed her eyes. “That sounded better in my head.”

I pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I know what you meant, Sunshine.”

“So, do you wear one of these?”

I tapped the helmet. “You’re wearing it.” I turned to the bike, threw my leg over, and glanced over my shoulder. She stood there shocked. “Hop on, Sunshine.”

“If I’m wearing your helmet then what are you going to wear?”

I shook my head. “Precious cargo gets the helmet. Hop on, we’re running late.”

She rolled her eyes but climbed on behind me. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and laid her chin on my shoulder. “Have I mentioned that I’ve never been on a motorcycle before?”

The death grip around my waist was a dead giveaway. I laid a hand on her arm and patted it. “I got you, Reva. Don’t be afraid.”

Her grip remained tight around me, but I heard her sigh. The front of her body was pressed against my back, and it felt right. Only a few women had ever been on the back of my bike, and it never felt like this—like Reva was right where she belonged.

We headed to the Sultry Knights. I took the longer route, zipping through side streets that weren’t exactly on the way. She squealed when I revved the engine and rocketed past a car that was crawling down the road.

Her hold around me relaxed as we drove, and by the time we pulled into the parking lot of Sultry Knights, her laughter floated around me when we parked.

“I liked that route you took to get here.”

I killed the engine and glanced back at her. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Sunshine.”

She boldly pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’ve always been a fan of the long way, Hero.”

“Then stick with me.”

She clumsily slid off the bike and held onto my shoulder once she stood. “Uh, I’m a bit Jello-y.”

I managed to grab her hand and hop off the bike. “You’ll get used to it.” I still remember my first time really riding. After an hour ride, I had climbed off and fell right on my ass. I had only been sixteen at the time, and Dad had laughed his ass off at me. For a short while, I had the nickname of Jello, but it had thankfully been replaced with Hero.

I threaded my fingers through hers, and we wove through the cars in the parking lot toward the front door.

“It’s pretty busy,” she remarked.

“Thirsty Thursday, Sunshine,” I laughed. “Luna has two-dollar shots and three-dollar taps.”

Snapper was at the front door checking IDs and letting people in. Part of his duties as a prospect meant he was on door check ninety percent of the time. For the most part, I could tell he didn’t mind it. But if there was anyone else in this club who was as hungry as I was for more, it was Snapper.