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Rage sighed, then got off his bike, removed his boots, and kicked them toward her.
“They’re probably too big for you but they’ll protect your feet,” Rage said.
Cassie hesitated a few seconds longer, then placed her dainty little feet inside his scruffy and well-used work boots. She shivered and Rage growled, then took off his jacket and tossed it at her.
Cassie caught it, then put it on. Next came her helmet. Once she put it on, she finally got behind him. The hem of her little dress must be riding up her thigh, Rage thought with interest. He wondered what kind of underwear she wore and what color. Cassie used to like pink, he remembered. Did she change her favorite color?
He had to get his mind out of the gutter. For now, his main goal was getting them out of this city in one piece. Rage had plenty of time to think about Cassie and what he wanted to do to her once they were in safe waters. Dang it, but Rage’s feelings for this woman were complicated. One moment he wanted to hurt her, the next, he wanted to protect her. He’d get this mess in his head sorted out later.
The moment Cassie locked her arms around his waist, Rage started the engine. He was pretty certain this wasn’t the first time Cassie got on a motorcycle but she let out a little whoop as he zoomed past unfamiliar streets.
The sound made his pants feel a little tighter. Rage became distinctively aware of the press of her warm breath against his thin shirt. He was freezing but decided that didn’t matter.
Rage got what he came for—his prize. Next, he had to make sure he kept his prize.
****
When none of Hawk’s men gave them chase, Rage could finally let his guard down. As they roared down the open road on his Harley, the sun bore down on their heads while the cool wind whipped through their hair. It was clear blue skies for the rest of the afternoon, if the weather continued behaving this way.
Cassie had stopped complaining since they left the city. Damn it, but her laughter was beginning to sound infectious. It was going to be a good day, despite the shit show the night before. Rage hadn’t had one of those in what felt like forever. Hell, Cassie sounded like she was having the time of her life. It took Rage back to his younger self. Made him remember why he joined the MC in the first place. The freedom of the open road had called to him back then.
The past few years had been hell for Rage and the MC, with competition constantly cropping up left and right.
According to Breaker, in the good old days, the Death Seekers MC were the only reputable weapons dealers in the area. Those good old days were long gone. Most days, it was a constant struggle for survival. Then again, blood and violence were what Rage signed up for. He couldn’t complain.
Thunder rumbled on the horizon. Crap. Rage could see the darkening clouds. Then without warning, the sky opened up. Rain came down in sheets, drenching them both.
Cassie clutched him tighter. Rage would have appreciated the gesture another day but for now, they had to get off the road. He slowed down, momentarily turned to her, and tried to shout over the sound of the rain.
“We need to find shelter,” he said. Rage didn’t wait for a reply, but returned his attention to the road.
“Over there! A motel, I think,” she yelled back.
He scanned the horizon and saw what she was referring to. A sad grey building in the distance, its neon sign flickering through the rain. Rage pulled up to the motel entrance. Cassie got off first, then Rage found a covered spot next to a large oak tree. He didn’t have any trouble. The parking lot was empty, save for a few rusted-out cars scattered around.
By the time Cassie and he entered the lobby, they were soaked to the bone. Water dropped off their clothes and into the frayed carpeting. The receptionist, a balding man in his fifties wearing a stained shirt, didn’t even look up from his phone. The smell of dampness and mildew soon hit Rage’s nose. He didn’t miss Cassie wrinkling her nose but it wasn’t like they had much of a choice.
After getting their key, they proceeded to their room on the second floor. Since the elevator wasn’t working, they took the stairs. Cassie stared at the hallway for a few moments. She wasn’t being prissy, or at the very least, he gave her brownie points for not voicing a complaint.
The walls were a sickly shade of yellow, the carpet was threadbare, and the furniture was old and outdated. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting an unflattering glow on everything in the room.
As they walked down the hallway to their room, they could hear a dripping faucet echoing through the empty halls.
The room itself didn’t have much—only a narrow bed, a dresser, and an old TV that Rage bet wasn’t even working. No bathroom. He guessed they had to use the shared bathroom in the hallway. Rage started peeling off his wet clothes and Cassie looked a little taken back.
“Strip or you’ll catch a cold,” he told her.
Rage didn’t miss the momentary flare of heat in her eyes as she eyed him up and down. There was definitely interest there.
“You can change here or outside, seeing as there’s no bathroom,” he said.
“Do you have to be such an asshole all the time?” Cassie grumbled. Then she took off his jacket, hesitated for a few moments, then started peeling off her uncomfortable-looking dress.
Rage was down to his boxers by then, but he appreciated the sight of her soft skin, still drenched with droplets of water and her curves. The black lace of her bra barely covered her breasts. Cassie sure grew up fine, he thought.
She blushed when she caught him looking. “Turn around,” she hissed.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem gawking at me,” Rage pointed out. Two could play at this game.
