Page 25 of Make or Break

One of his eye brows rose in question. “You need to say more.”

I fought a smile and looked over my shoulder to be certain nobody was around then looked him in the eyes. “This side quest was a little unexpected. I can’t help but wonder, have you ever fucked a woman on your bike?”

“Mickayla,” he said in a low voice.

I waved a hand in the air. “You’re the one who insisted I say more.”

He stared at me for a beat. “Right. We need to roll if we’re having that feast tonight.”

I climbed on behind him unsure if I’d done the wrong thing by being so upfront.

The bike vibrated to life and Tundra shifted back a little in his seat before slowly moving out of the parking lot. In no time, we’d cleared the tiny downtown area and were on the two-lane county road headed north.

My mind began to wander as the wind roared in my ears and pine trees flashed in my peripheral vision. We veered off onto another county road taking us northeast. I recalled the way we came, so it concerned me when Tundra began to slow unexpectedly.

“Is there a problem? You aren’t out of gas are you?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said.

A small drive appeared on the right. Tundra turned onto it and drove twenty yards before stopping at a rust-colored gate.

“Swing off quick, Mick,” he said.

I did as ordered, but asked. “What’s going on?”

He put down the kickstand, dismounted, and shot me a small smile paired with an eyebrow quirk. Then he moved to the gate and opened it.

“Aren’t we trespassing?” I asked.

Tundra didn’t answer me, but that small smile seemed a little stronger. He got back on his bike and dipped his chin. “Well… come on.”

I clambered back onto his Harley even as unease grew in my belly.

We rode further down the bumpy dirt lane. It gave serious reminders of our big blow up. I shoved those thoughts out of my head.

I spied a small clearing to our right just as Tundra pulled the bike to a stop and powered off the engine.

“What are we doing here, Tundra?” I asked.

He patted my leg. “Hop off, honey.”

I swallowed back a growl and got off the bike again.

He swung off, opened one of his hard-sided saddlebags, pulled out a tarp, and spread it on the ground.

Once he finished that, he turned to me, and put his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t get you anything for Christmas.”

For a beat I closed my eyes and shook my head. “You didn’t need to, Tundra.”

He smirked. “But, I can give you something since I only recently found out what you wanted.”

“My man, you aren’t making a lick of sense.”

He shook his head. “I’ve never done this, which means we’re both gonna pop a cherry, but you wanna fuck on my bike, we’ll make that happen…here. Now. Because there’s not a chance in hell we can do that at the compound, and there’s no privacy outside your trailer.”

I blinked as that unease in my belly quickly turned into excitement, but I was still concerned. “What’s the tarp for? How do we know there’s privacy here? The owner might catch us and—”

“The owner’s a friend of mine and he’s out of town. The tarp’s there for our clothes or as plan B if you’re having second thoughts, then—”