Page 8 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
I wasn’t sure why the hell my gut fired off the way it was, but I needed to speak with Link before the night was out. Alone. Without Chains around.
Even if it meant pissing off Link in order to make that happen.4Tara“Hey, Tara!?”
I stuck my head out of my room. “Yeah!?”
“I’m heading out for the night! Make sure not to open the door for anyone unless it’s me!”
I swallowed the knot in my throat. “Will do. Have fun! Stay safe!”
“Will do. Love you!”
“Love you, too!”
The second I heard the front door open and close, I scrambled to get ready. Sly was going to be here in thirty minutes to pick me up and I hadn’t even gotten changed. I mean, I took a shower and shaved and shit, but that was it. The last thing I needed was my brother asking questions about what I was doing and who I was doing it with. After all, I knew I was doing something risky. I didn’t know the specifics of the job, but I could infer from a few nights ago at the bar that he was undercover, attempting to infiltrate this crew. So, going out with one of their guys was a very risky thing to be doing. For all I knew, he was using me to get to my brother.
But I’d never let that happen.
Plus, it had been a while since I’d gotten laid.
“All right, what do we got?” I murmured to myself.
With my hair almost done air-drying, I threw open the door of my closet. I’d hung up a few specific items that needed to come out of my bags, and I wanted to wear one of the dresses this evening. Even though I was almost convinced I’d be on the back of a motorcycle, I still wanted to wear something that would knock his socks off.
But did I go trashy or classy?
“Classyyyyy,” I hissed.
I reached for the off-shouldered navy dress with white polka dots. I pulled out my matching navy heels with a small white bow on the backs of the heels and I quickly threw the clothes on. I fluffed my hair out before deciding to pin it up, so it wouldn’t get in my face while we were riding around. And after splashing on a bit of neutral makeup—complete with lip gloss—I smoothed my hands down my dress.
“You look like a million bucks,” I whispered.
I grabbed my purse and walked out into the living room, peeking out the window every so often. Even though I knew I’d hear the bike Sly pulled up in, I couldn't help but watch out for his presence. I’d been thinking about him all week. Fantasizing about what might happen between the two of us tonight. What would he wear? Where would we go? What kinds of trouble might I get into with him?
Just don’t compromise Ben’s job.
“Or talk about him at all,” I murmured to myself.
When I heard that dull roar off in the distance, though, it ripped me away from my thoughts. Excitement rushed through my veins as my nipples puckered with need. I pressed my hands into them and rubbed a bit, trying to get them to warm up and go away. A shiver had filled my body. One of anticipation and worry, all wrapped together in one. My knees grew weak the closer the roar of that engine got. And when I saw a lean man on a bike pull up, I slipped out the front door and locked it behind me.
Before meeting Sly outside.
He slid his helmet off. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
I grinned. “Hey there, yourself.”
His eyes fell down my body. “You look like a million fucking bucks, you know that?”
I walked up to him. “And you look very nice in leather.”
He chuckled. “My specialty. Though, you stole my thunder on poker night.”
I leaned against him. “Got a helmet for me, handsome?”
He wrapped his arm around me. “I’ve got much more than that for you.”
I thought he was going to kiss me, and he was so close I figured he would. His breath pulsed against my lips and it made me weak in my bones. But instead of kissing me, he simply smiled before he released me. And when he reached around to the back of his bike, a helmet came into view.
A helmet he handed to me. “Can’t be too careful with precious cargo aboard.”
I giggled. “My hero.”
“Want me to put it on you?”
I winked. “Always.”
He chuckled as I held still, and he slid the helmet onto my head. But not before tucking my hair behind my ears and pushing it away from my shoulders. The care he took with me caught me off-guard. The way he easily slid the helmet onto my head and took the time to adjust the chinstrap boasted of a calm, a commitment, and a care I wouldn’t have expected from a man like himself.
