“I don’t kid about bikes. Here.” Kyle tossed him the keys. “Wheel her on out. Sean, you can use one of my spares. I’ll get mine and we’ll give her a road test.”
Zeke looked at Sean in disbelief. Sean nodded. “I’d just go with it if I were you.”
Zeke did. He pushed the bike out of the garage and climbed on. He gave it a powerful kick and the machine rumbled to life beneath him.
Kyle pulled up beside him and grinned. “Ready?”
Before Zeke could answer, Kyle took off like a bat out of hell.
Zeke was right behind him. For the next hour, Kyle led him them along winding mountain roads. The machine handled like a dream. When they returned to Birch Falls, Zeke was sorry the ride was over.
“That was fucking amazing,” Zeke told him, clasping hands with Kyle. “Thanks, man.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
Zeke went to hand him back the keys, but Kyle just smiled. “Keep them. It’s yours.”
Zeke gaped at him. “Now I know you’re fucking with me.”
Sean appeared beside him. “No, he’s not.”
“How?” Zeke asked, but he knew. Aggie.
Sean smirked. “Feeling better about getting her name on your ass now, aren’t you? The only question now is, can it make it back to the garage before my GTO?”
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“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” Zeke said, pressing his lips to Aggie’s neck as he slid into her again. Her skin was even more butter-soft than usual, smooth and radiant.
She tangled her hands in his hair and arched into him. “You like the bike.”
“I love the bike. I can’t believe you did that.” No one had ever done anything like that for him. Ever.
“It wasn’t completely selfless,” she said huskily. “I never told you, but I’ve always had this secret biker fantasy, and you’re exceeding my expectations again.”
He raised and lowered his hips, setting a lazy rhythm. He could afford to take his time. He’d practically attacked her the moment she’d entered the hotel room and had spent the next several hours showing his appreciation.
This woman was everything. Everything he’d ever wanted. Everything he thought he could never have.
After he brought them both to their peaks, he rolled onto his back and pulled her close.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh-oh,” he said softly.
“You were right.”
“I usually am,” he said without opening his eyes. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“If we’re going to be together, then you should know what you’re signing up for.”
“If? Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You might not feel that way once you hear what I have to say.”
“Aggie, look at me.”
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. He waited until he had her full attention, then said, “Trust works both ways, and I trust that you’ll tell me what I need to know when I need to know it.”
“But what about—”
He stopped her words with a kiss. “This is all I need to know. Someday, if you’re ready, you can tell me more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“In that case,” she said working her way down his body, pausing to run her fingers lightly over his new ink, “I think it’s about time I showed you my private island. And who knows? Maybe I’ll even tell you my real name...”
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