“Now we need two,” I reminded her.
“You don’t have to—”
“Shut it!” I rolled myself closer to her and covered her mouth with my hand. “I’m going. We’ll figure it out.”
She mumbled against my fingers until I moved my hand.
“How?” she asked.
“I’ll ask around,” I said. “I know a few people who have cars. Maybe I can find one who would let me borrow theirs for a few days.”
“That’s a big favor,” Tria remarked.
“I’ve got a few people who owe me.”
“I owe you,” she said quietly. She kept her gaze on mine as she reached up and touched the edge of my jaw. I could see the beginning of a tear in the corner of her eye, and I leaned down to kiss it away.
“You cry too much,” I told her.
“I can’t help it,” she said with a shrug.
The salty liquid on my lips was quickly covered by her mouth. She gripped my shoulders, and I ran my hand up her side. I felt her shiver under my touch and wondered if this could be enough for me.
I was never one to take it slow, but Tria might be worth the restraint.
Chapter 18—Take the Trip
I dropped the phone back down and sighed.
“Any luck?”
I glanced up at Tria, paused for a second, and then shook my head.
“People who say they owe you one later are full of shit,” I told her. “I got three flat out no ways, two offering to let me borrow a car next week, and one who just laughed. The best I got was from Dordy himself, who has an old motorcycle he said I could use.”
“Well, let’s do that!” Tria said.
I huffed out a breath.
“To be completely honest, I have never ridden one—not even on the back. I haven’t even been on a bicycle since I was a kid. I don’t think I’ve got time to figure it out before we have to leave, and I don’t want to splatter us both all over the highway.”
It was a little embarrassing to admit it, but it was better than a remake of Blood Runs Red on the Highway.
“Oh!” Tria said with widened eyes. “That’s okay—I can ride.”
A deeper glow of sex appeal surrounded her as those words left her mouth.
“You can?” My arms and legs tensed, and for a moment I knew exactly what it felt like to be a cat ready to pounce on its prey.
“Yes, I can,” she said, and her cheeks reddened as she looked away. “I had a motorcycle back in Maine. A snowmobile, too. In the winter, it’s the only way to get around.”
Between her words, the blush, and the sheer amount of testosterone coursing through my system, I couldn’t take any more. I lowered my eyes as I moved across the room toward her. Tria glanced back at me and took a slight step backwards as I approached. She opened her mouth slightly as I grabbed her, lifted her up, and pressed her against the wall. I crushed my lips to hers.
“You have any idea how hot that is?” I asked against her mouth.
“Do you have a thing for this wall?” She giggled.
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “I didn’t before, but it’s definitely growing on me.”