Page 9 of Bama's Babe


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My heart’s still hammering in my chest, Bama’s hand lingering on my arm.

Despite everything, I feel a strange sense of relief wash over me.

“Thank you,” I breathe, looking up at him.

He meets my gaze, those ocean-blue eyes softening just a fraction.

“Anytime,” he says, and I know he means it.

Bama licks his lips and arches a brow. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just . . . that was intense.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the adrenaline that’s still pumping through my veins.

“Blake’s a piece of shit,” Bama mutters, his jaw tightening. “You deserve better than that.”

“Guess I should’ve figured it out sooner,” I say, my shoulders sagging slightly.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Bama says, stepping closer. “Guys like him are good at hiding who they really are.”

“Thanks for stepping in when you did,” I say softly, feeling a strange warmth spread through me despite the cold. “I didn’t even know you were here tonight.”

“Was just passing through.” He shrugs, but there’s something in his eyes that tells me he’s downplaying it. “Couldn’t let him talk to you like that.”

I playfully roll my eyes. “Well, I’m glad you stepped in for once.”

I look up at him, really seeing him for the first time tonight.

His golden blond curls catch the light from the streetlamp, and those blue eyes seem to pierce right through me.

There’s a fierceness to him, an edge that’s both intimidating and incredibly sexy.

“Jordyn,” he says, his voice serious, low, and rough. “I’ll always be here to help you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do,” I whisper, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now.

The way he stands here, so solid and strong, makes my pulse quicken.

He speaks so seriously, his gaze never leaving mine. “Good. I need you to know that. Whenever you need me, for whatever reason, I promise I’ll be here.”

He’s close enough now that I can feel the heat radiating off his body and smell the faint scent of leather and motor oil clinging to him. It’s intoxicating.

“You’re something else, Bama,” I murmur, taking a step closer.

Something is different between us, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Is it because he became my knight in shining armor out of nowhere?

“Guess you’d know.” He grins, but there’s a seriousness in his eyes that takes my breath away.

Without another thought, I grab onto Bama’s leather cut and tug him close.

Fuck it. I’m going to follow my heart and be spontaneous.

His eyes widen for a split second before I crash my lips onto his.

The taste of whiskey and adrenaline mixes between us.

He responds instantly, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me even tighter against his hard body.

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