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And we did it without speaking.

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"What in the holy hell isthat?"I whispered in a quiet, awed voice. It was a stupid question that I obviously knew the answer to because it was a motorcycle and I'd seen plenty of them in my life. Hell, several of Vivian's dick toys had come on motorcycles, but I still felt the need to ask my stupid question because there was a freaking motorcycle parked in front of the garage.

The whole thing was black and chrome, murdered out completely. It was the single most sinister and sexy thing I had ever laid eyes on in my entire freaking life. I took a step back, almost afraid of the damn thing.

"Where did this come from?" I asked, when I realized he hadn't answered my first question, the stupid one. I had a feeling this was what Ty had been talking about when he told me to get a jacket so I wouldn't get cold.

No.

No freaking way.

I wasn’t going anywhere on thatthing.Right?

It couldn't possibly be safe.

There were no seatbelts.

No helmets in sight.

Fuckingdangerous.

And sinister.

And, lest we forget, downright sexy.

If I went for a ride on that thing, my panties would probably disintegrate, that was how hot it would be.

Shit.

Poor Tyson Alexander. He was in serious trouble here and he didn't even know it.

I looked over my shoulder, back at him, and smirked when I caught his eyes glued to my ass. Thank you, Damien, for the skinny jeans. And thank you, boys, for forcing food on me as often as possible and, essentially, making my ass have a lovely roundness to it that had never been there before. Clearly Tyson appreciated the sweet roundness.

Maybe I was the one in trouble here. Yay.

"Ty," I called in a soft, husky voice. His head jerked to the side and his startled eyes came up to mine. He didn't look like he cared at all that he'd just gotten caught staring at my ass. I wasn't surprised in the slightest. "What are we doing here?"

"We're going for a ride. I want to show you something."

I'd go anywhere with him, all he had to do was ask.

Love, it was a crazy, fucked up thing, and it owned you in a way nothing else could. I was a goddamn slave to the emotion. And wasn't that just a little bit terrifying.

I knew Ty was done with the conversation and had decided it was time for us to get on with things when he got on the bike and patted the seat behind him in invitation. "Hop on, girl. I want to get out of here before someone comes along and tries to steal you away from me. I'm gonna sound like a dick, but I'm gonna say it anyway. I'm not interested in sharing you tonight, in any way. Not even just the friendly kind. So," he patted the seat again, "hop on."

As much as I didn't want to hop on, I really kind of did.

Safety and caution were what I had used to survive Vivian and the life she had forced me to live along with her. They had served me well up until a point.

The bike rumbled to life, and Tyson kicked up the kickstand with the heel of his boot. "Hurry, gorgeous. If Uncle Quinton sees us he'll freak and make us stay," he warned just loud enough to be heard over the roar of his motorcycle.

Hot damn.

He was absolutely right. Quinton was really starting to smother me. Toss in Trenton and Simon and it was a miracle I hadn't tried to escape sooner. I looked around in panic, making sure we were still out here alone. We were, but we wouldn't be for long.

Decision made, I ran the rest of the way to Tyson and the bike. I carefully climbed onto the back behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle. I clasped my arms around him so tightly I worried I might hurt him. That thought wasn't enough to make me let up any though. We weren't wearing helmets and there were no seatbelts, for goodness’ sake. He'd just have to deal with the stranglehold I had on him or I would be getting right back off this thing. No matter the vibrations and the rumbling were making my entire body tingle.