“That belly of yours hasn’t seen a donut in years.”
His body was hard and toned. There was no beer or donut belly to mar the perfection that had her debating what to do to him.
His grin widened. “I saw you looking at me last night.”
“Kind of hard to miss… with everything flapping around.”
“It wasn’t flapping after I saw you in those panties and that white T-shirt.”
“Really?” She sniffed, climbing on behind him on his bike. “I didn’t notice.” She held on to his sides as he backed out of the parking spot.
“You noticed. Anytime you want another show, let me know. I’m available.” Giving her a wink, he pulled out, driving out of town.
There wasn’t much traffic as Calder drove along streets that gradually grew darker and narrowed down to a winding road that led to Treepoint.
Crazy Bitch held on to his waist. She had never ridden with him before. When they had gone out as a club, she had always been on the back of another biker’s motorcycle.
He handled the powerful machine with ease. She could feel the strength in his body as he held the bike steady through the dangerous curves. Numerous people had lost their lives by getting lulled into a false sense of security when taking the curves at speeds the locals knew to be wary of.
When they reached Treepoint, Calder made the turn that would lead them away from the town and toward the large mountain that was looming above them. The sun was just coming up as they traveled up the inclining road. Several houses were built along the route, but as it reached higher, the homes became sparse.
Crazy Bitch wasn’t afraid of heights, but she stopped looking down when she could see the tops of trees. She had a come-to-Jesus moment when a large truck rounded a sharp curve at the same time as Calder’s motorcycle.
Closing her eyes, she rested her helmet against his back, deciding not to look anymore. She had confidence in his ability; it was the assholes they had to share the road with who had her terrified.
The sight of the sign with an arrow pointing to a small road that would lead them to the overlook had her eagerness returning.
The overlook was empty when they arrived. As soon as Calder stopped the bike, she climbed off, wanting to kiss the ground.
“I wish I had brought a six-pack with me to enjoy the view.” Removing his helmet, Calder climbed off his bike to look around the tree-studded mountains appreciatively.
“You’d be driving back alone.” She walked around the area, trying to get feeling back in her legs.
“If that gas station we passed isn’t open, you might be, anyway.” Calder took out his phone. “Sweet. We made it with five minutes to spare before Greer’s clue.”
She gave him a victorious smile. “I bet everyone is in the club…” Her voice trailed off at the sound of a motorcycle. “Son of a bitch, is that…?”
“Stud and Sex Piston.”
Their eyes met in disappointment.
“That’s fine. We got here first. As long as it stays that way, they can keep eating our dust.”
Her friend got off the back of Stud’s bike as the brothers stood talking.
“Bitch, I knew you knew the answer.” Sex Piston’s calling her out on her lie didn’t make her feel guilty.
Pasting an innocent look on her face, she stared back unrepentantly. “You could have told me you had figured it out. I didn’t until I went to my car after I closed.”
“You lying bitch.” Sex Piston’s lips trembled in laughter.
“Prove it.”
The friends shouldered each other as they went to stand next the men, both anxious for the clue.
“I wish he would send it before someone else shows.”
“Yeah, that sucks when it happens.” Crazy Bitch used her chin to point at the approaching car.
“Who in the fuck is that?”
“Viper and Winter.”
“Son of a—”
“Those were my exact words when you and Stud showed.”
Again, she had to mask her disappointment as Viper and Winter got out of their SUV. The small group didn’t have to say anything to each other as Stud’s, Viper’s, and Calder’s phones started pinging.
She wanted to grab the phone away from Calder when the men texted the clue to their clubs before reading it.
Calder finished first, reading it aloud.
“If you figured out the first clue, then you know I wear a necklace. You will find the third clue in the clasp.”
Crazy Bitch turned around in a circle before turning back to the group. The couples had already pulled apart to talk.
Calder moved to her, turning his back so the others couldn’t see or hear what he was saying. “It’s the rock.”
Her eyes darted to the rock. “How? It’s too big to lift.”
“Not if I have help.”
“Dammit! You sure?”
“Yes, if we’re at the right mountain.”
“We could go get my car and a chain and move it after everyone leaves,” she suggested.