Page 31 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
And not the good kind, either.
“Ready to head out?” I asked.
Hope headed out the door. “Yep.”
I slung my bag over my shoulder. “Great. Just grand.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Her eyes grew cold. “Uh huh. Well, the rest of the guys are waiting for us. Let’s get a move on. We don’t want to disappoint all of this crew business you’ve got going on.”
I blinked. “That statement didn’t even make—”
“Come on, Bowser!”
“Yep, yep. Coming.”
The guys all shook their heads at me as I walked out to my bike. We shoved our things into compartments, and it took all the energy I had to get those damn things closed. None of our things were as folded up as they were yesterday, but it was what it was. So, after getting everything situated and getting Hope’s helmet on, we slid onto my bike.
And despite our argument this morning, her grip still felt fantastic.
I was torn during all of this. On the one hand, I wanted to stay loyal to the guys and keep shit under wraps. However, I also wanted to stay honest with Hope. I didn’t want to have to lie to her. And a large part of me wanted to tell her about the plans to trap Skeleton on this trip. There were so many things I wanted to admit to her. Like, the fact that I stayed in Link’s room just so I wouldn’t cave to my need for her. Or the fact that I promised my president I’d keep my head in the game and save fulfilling my emotions for another time.
Those were the agreements Link and I made in his room last night.
But Hope tested me in ways no woman had ever tested me before.
I felt a loyalty toward her. I felt a need to protect her, sure. But I also felt this need to tell her everything. I wanted to pry myself open and let her see all of me. All of the good, the bad, the sins, and the goodness of my existence. I’d never wanted that with anyone before. Hope was more than just a possible lay. Or a possible night out to blow off steam. She was more than that. In some ways, she’d always been more than that.
The fuck was I supposed to do about it, though?
I figured having Ash watch over her room door throughout the night would’ve been enough to keep her safe, but that didn’t pan out like I had hoped. Apparently, she had been looking forward to having time with me as much as I wanted time with her. Which would have usually made me smile and start scheming.
Not now, though.
When did shit get so difficult?
The revving of bike engines pulled me from my trance, and I followed the trend. Link rode in front of me, so I took off, feeling Hope tighten her arms around my waist. I sighed with relief at her warmth. At the way her soft legs molded to mine and the way her body rumbled against my back. I felt her breasts against me, her helmet laying against my body. And as I pulled up beside Link, I looked over at him.
Watching him nod at me.
Time to go.
We all fell into formation and roared out of the motel parking lot. We picked up the highway about four miles down, and away we went, barreling toward our destination at nine in the morning. Even if we did stop for a quick lunch, we’d get there well before dinner. Which meant me and some of the guys could actually hang out and blow off some steam before we had to jump headfirst into shit. If I was going to do that, though, I had to find something for Hope to do. Something to keep her occupied for the night.
Because she sure as hell wouldn't like the plans we always laid down on trips.
While I felt like I was doing my best to keep my hands off her and keep her safe, she was making this trip impossible. I couldn't spend every waking second with her, even if I was charged with her protection on this trip. I had shit to discuss with my guys. I had urges I was trying to stomach. I had shit that had to get done if I was going to further protect her from what was coming on this trip. Plus, I had guidelines and rules to abide by during all of this. It was a hell of a juggling act. And while I didn’t expect her to understand all of it, I figured she would’ve been a bit more grateful for what we were doing for her.
You left her all alone last night, asshole. Suck it up.
I hated it when my brain was right.
Even with her being as angry with me as she was, her grip shocked me. She clung to me just like she did yesterday. And every single part of me wanted to veer off the road and take her against some abandoned building in some back alley. The warmth of her thighs teased me. Her hands gripped my jacket and my shirt, threatening to yank them off me with every turn we made. In my earpiece, I heard her breathing. Sighing. Murmuring to herself. Sweet little sounds I wanted to hear beneath me as I drove my cock deep into her body.
