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“You little brat,” she giggles, and does the same to me.
The next thing you know, we’re rolling around on the ground, covered in paint, laughing until I feel like I’m going to pee my pants.
“You’re a bad little thing, aren’t you,” Willow says, pinning me to the ground, the both of us panting.
“When I want to be,” I whisper.
Electricity crackles between us, my core growing hot. I want her to kiss me, but she doesn’t, rolling off me so we lay there, side to side.
“This was an amazing date, Briar. Thank you.”
I roll to my side and smile. “Thank you.”
“For what?” she asks, rolling to face me.
“For being so easy to be around. I like you, Willow. And I want this to work.”
“I like you, too,” she smiles softly, reaching over to brush some of my hair out of my face. “I think we’re going to be just fine.”
“Yeah,” I smile back. “I think so too.”
ATLAS
“Are you going to stare at me all day like you want to fuck me, or are we going to go do something?” Jude asks me. He’s trying to sound snarky, but I can hear the tremble in his tone. I love how easily I affect him.
“I don’t see why we can’t do both?” I chuckle.
He rolls his eyes. “Come on big guy, time to wine and dine me.”
My brows furrow. “Is that what you want? To go out to eat?”
“No,” he laughs. “I mean, let’s go have some fun. I’m sure the girls are already having the best time. Now it’s our turn.”
“That I can do. But first, what do you like to do?”
“I’m not picky,” he shrugs. “I like to do whatever Willow likes. We’re outdoorsy people.”
“How do you feel about motorcycles?” I ask.
He gives me a curious look. “They look cool, but I don’t see myself ever owning one.”
“How about riding one?”
“God no. I’d crash the thing.” The wrinkle to his nose is adorable.
“Let me clarify,” I chuckle, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the garage. We stop in front of my sleek, black Harley that I drove today. “Would you be okay being a passenger?”
“You ride?” he asks, eyes widening as he looks up at me.
“I have a truck, but on nice days I like to go for a ride. Thought it would be nice to go for one today.”
We’re in the early days of spring, and I’ve been dying to get out and ride more. Plus, having Jude’s arms wrapped around me sounds like a good time.
“Here.” I go over and grab the extra helmet Briar has. “You can use Briar’s.”
“Oh, do you two go riding often?” he asks, taking it and slipping it on.
“Not yet. She has her own bike.”
