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Evie snorts, raising a brow at me. “Safe? There is nothing safe about a motorcycle. They’re basically a death trap.”
I smirk. “Not when you’re with me. I promise I’ll keep you safe. You have my word.”
She considers me for a moment, her eyes locked with mine as she weighs her options. Ever since I bought my motorcycle in my freshman year, all I’ve dreamed about is getting Evie on the back of it, feeling her small arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and her thighs hugging mine. The thought alone has my cock stirring in my pants but now is not the time. Soon.
“What if my brother sees us?” Evie counters, her hand on her hip.
I smile. “You and I both know he won’t see us. He’s at practice.”
“Where you should be,” she points out with a raised brow.
I nod. She’s got me there. “Yes. I was on my way when I sensed you were near. I can spot the rhythm of your heartbeat in any crowd at any time. It was the change in rhythm that told me I had to find you. And it was a good thing I did.”
Her heartbeat is a sound I have grown to love because it allows me to read her like a book. I can tell when she is happy, sad, excited, and nervous just by the way her heart beats. It’s intimate, really. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel closer to her in a way. It’s something I can’t explain.
Evie sighs, shaking her head. “Okay, fine. You can take me home.”
I grin, turn to my right, and extend my hand in the direction of the parking lot where my motorcycle is parked. “In that case, right this way, little angel.”
When we reach my motorcycle, Evie stops short to give it a once over, taking in the sleek, black paint job and red-rimmed wheels. It’s a Yamaha YZF R6, but I’m not going to disclose that information to her because I know she won’t understand what I’m saying. She only sees this as a death trap.
On the way here, we stopped by the training facility so I could grab my helmet and let Coach know I’d need to miss training this afternoon. He didn’t seem to mind if I missed this one session because he knew I’d make up for it later in the week with a double session. I was in and out in a flash, and thankfully, the team was already out on the pitch, so I didn’t run the risk of running into Miles, Preston, or Ethan. That motherfucker Roman is lucky I didn’t see him again. I’m using all the restraint in my body not to tear him limb for limb.
“How are we both going to fit onto that?” Evie asks, her eyes lifting to meet mine.
I step toward her and lift the helmet above her head. She stands still as I slip the black helmet over her head, securing it to her head—which is much smaller than mine—by tightening the straps under her chin.
Fuck me she looks hot.
“You’re going to sit on the smaller seat behind me. But you must hold onto me tightly, okay?”
She nods, her eyes twinkling as they look at me through the slit in the helmet. “Okay.”
I walk her over to the motorcycle and slip on my leather riding jacket. Hooking one leg over the seat, I pat the smaller seat behind me, indicating she can hop on. But she just stares at me.
“What?”
“You don’t have a helmet.”
“I know.”
“But what if we get into an accident? I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I chuckle, tilting my head to the side. “I’m a vampire, little angel. Nothing can kill me. Unless it’s a stake through the heart or I'm decapitated. I think I’ll be fine driving you down the road.”
Evie looks down at her feet as she walks toward me. If she wasn’t wearing a helmet, she would be blushing like hell right now. She gingerly hooks her leg over the seat and slides into place behind me. I have to focus on starting the engine and not the fact that I can feel the firmness of her perky tits pressing into my back, the heat from her skin warming mine, or how strong her thighs are wrapped around me.
This is what I had been fucking dreaming of.
“Hold on tight,” I remind her as I kick the stand off the ground and walk the motorcycle forward. Evie nods against my back, her cheek pressed to it as she looks to the side.
Gripping the handles, I rev the throttle, throwing the motorcycle forward. Evie squeals at the sudden speed when I turn out of the parking lot and join the traffic. Her grip around my waist tightens as I weave in and out of the cars. The wind against my face doesn’t annoy me as much as I thought it would, but it’s worth it if it means Evie is safe.
The closer I get to the sorority house, the more I never want this moment to end. But if I got her on this time, maybe I can do it again.
Turning the corner onto the street where Evie lives, the motorcycle crawls to a stop out the front of the house. Almost instantly I see a few sets of eyes peek through the front curtains, likely wanting to know where the loud engine is coming from.
Kicking the stand down with my boot, I tilt the bike to the side, securing it in place. Evie’s hands loosen around my waist before she slides off the seat, my back now empty and cold without her presence. I slide off on the opposite side and turn to face her, watching as she slips the helmet off her head. Her hair is a mess, but it looks perfectly disheveled.
