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Sage tightens her arms around me a little, snuggling in deeper as the Louisiana air wraps its warm arms around us. It’s not nearly as fucking sweaty in the evening, so it’s perfect riding weather.
“Did you tell Dex we’re riding?” Sage asks over my shoulder.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, giving her calf a gentle squeeze.
I may not want all my brothers tagging along on mine and Sage’s first ride as husband and wife, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll head out without letting Prez know.
“Don’t call me ma’am. That’s what people call my mom. Ugh.” She shudders against me and for some reason that little movement makes my cock spring to life. Again. It damn near took us an hour to get out of the shower cos we were too busy fooling around. It’s like as soon as I tied Sage to me all the doubts just melted away. Yeah I may not deserve her, but I’ll fucking work hard to keep her.
“I cannot imagine Blanche taking that well.”
“She just hits them with a ‘oh, bless your heart’ and a stink eye.” A laugh bursts out of me because everyone knows a “bless your heart” from Blanche is the same thing as a blatant death threat.
Sage twists in her seat a little before turning back and squeezing tighter. I place my hand over hers, marvelling at how fucking right this feels. The wind against my face, Sage at my back, and the road rolling beneath us.
Sage fidgets again, this time taking longer to settle against me. “You alright, babe?” I ask over my shoulder, down shifting my gears ready to pull over.
“Don’t,” Sage says, the tone of her voice making me stiffen, “I need you to move faster, Takoda.”
“Babe?”
“Just, go.” The tone of Sage’s voice has me kicking the bike up a gear, going full throttle down the long, straight road we’re on.
Sage’s fists tighten around my waist as my bike flies down the road, but then she’s at it again, wriggling behind me. Twisting slightly I check over my shoulder, and my gaze hits on the reason why Sage has us hurtling down the road. There’s a blacked out SUV following behind. I clocked it a few blocks back, but that was when there were a few more vehicles on the road, and it was travelling the speed limit. Out here? It’s keeping up with us and I just know it’ll be that fucker who wants Sage.
“Keep her steady, I got this,” Sage says through gritted teeth. She shouldn’t have to. She’s my woman, mine to keep safe.
“Sage -”
Keeping one arm wrapped around my waist, her hand gripping the front of my cut, the other slips between us and her hand wraps around the grip of my Glock.
“I got this.” Sage’s breath ghosts the back of my neck before her lips press the exposed skin.
Taking a deep breath I hunker down, holding the bike steady as we hurtle down the road. There’s an abandoned farm just up ahead, if I can make it there I can hide Sage and draw these fuckers away. But I’ll need backup. And I don’t have my fucking helmet on because this was meant to be a lazy fucking evening ride with my woman.
“I’ve called the club. They’re on their way.”
I twist abruptly, causing the bike at this speed to sway a little so I have to calm the fuck down and steady her before I grit out, “How the fuck did you call them? Safety, Sage!”
“I used my watchChefand it’s not really safety when I’m hanging on with one hand trying to get a shot off at these guys, is it?” she sasses, and I really want to spank her ass but now is not the time to pop a chubby. Or argue with a woman with a gun.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. “There’s a farm up ahead, the drive hooks to the right. Do whatever you need but I need you holding tight in about 60 seconds.”
“Got it.”
As soon as the words leave her mouth popping fills the air and Sage’s body flinches against mine. I know she’s fine, and it’s my gun making that sound, but it still causes my heart to jump into my throat. I don’t like that she’s in the firing line, but there’s nothing I can do about this until we’re somewhere safer.
“Fuck yeah!” Sage squeals and I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know that her shots have landed. The sound of metalscreeching and a bang lets me know that whoever was following us is now in a ditch somewhere.
Slowly I speed right down, I hit a u-turn, turning back the way we came. I need to neutralise the threat and I need Sage back home safe.
“What are you doing?” Sage asks, her hands wrapped around me, her front plastered to my back.
“Gotta take care of this. Can’t have them out here calling in numbers,” I murmur.
Pulling to a stop a safe distance from the SUV, I kick down the stand, then lift Sage in my arms, pulling her tight. I maneuver our bodies until she’s sitting in front of me, her ass on the gas tank. Gipping her dark hair in my fist I pull her to me, my teeth clashing with hers as I kiss her, hard before pulling back. No time for softness, not when a job needs to be done.
“You remember how to ride her?”
