Page 68 of Forged in the Fire
Still, I was pretty sure I heard genuine worry woven with them.
My stomach fisted.
Did he care? Did he care at all what was going on here?
He hooked the heel of his boot to the kick starter, and he supported himself with the other foot as he rose up high.
Then he slammed it down and pulled back on the throttle.
The engine roared to life as he revved it.
So loud and heavy that I felt a pulse of power ricochet through my body.
A little breath heaved from my lungs.
He looked like mayhem and greed and lethal decadence.
He revved the throttle again while he glared at me.
It was a clear command.
I gulped down the reservations that told me I could do without the trip to the store and forced myself to take action on this perilous endeavor.
I needed to see for myself that I was actually allowed off the property. I needed reassurance this place really wasn’t a cell, and I was only there for my own good.
But I was pretty sure nothinggoodcould come of this when Silas stretched out his hand so he could help me onto the back of his bike.
The power I felt a moment ago clapped through me like a sonic boom when he took my hand as I swung over.
My skirt rode up high on my thighs, and I did my best to keep from brushing against any part of Silas.
We did not want a repeat of last night.
“You’re going to need to get a whole lot closer and hold on tight.” He shouted it above the rumbling of his bike.
I hesitated before I scooched forward and wrapped myself around his back.
Flames sparked at every contact point.
Shock gushed out of me on a breath, and I started to scramble back.
His big mitt landing on my upper thigh stopped me in my tracks.
Tattooed fingers sank into my bare flesh to keep me steady or maybe just to keep me from running.
His grip both softened and deepened as he shifted enough so I could see the defined profile of his jaw. His ridiculously plump lips moving with his promise.
“Have you, and I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Need you to stick close, Brinley.”
I could barely hear him, yet somehow, I understood every word.
I knew he wasn’t only referring to holding on tight while he had me on the back of his bike.
A shuddered exhalation escaped from my lungs, and I surrendered.
Shimmying my butt forward until I was completely plastered against him.
My arms tight around his waist and my chin hooked on his shoulder.
