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“Isn’t he with the Alpha Riders?”
“Yep,” he replied, popping the P.
“Jesus, Tarzan. You have a death wish. They just warned us yesterday to stay out of their town.”
“I’m not actually in Merry Field. I’m outside it. By five miles.”
I snorted. “They won’t be in the mood to argue semantics if they catch you.”
“Then get your ass out here and pick me up,” he said lightly. “Pretty please.”
“You owe me,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
After locking up my garage, I hooked a trailer to the back of my Jeep and headed for Tarzan’s location following the directions he’d texted me. I found him waiting on the side of the road, the front tire on his bike nothing more than a pool of black rubber.
Tarzan was not a small man, which meant his bike was huge. With the sun beating down on us, we wrestled his Harley onto my trailer together. As we started to strap it down for the drive back home, a motorcycle pulled up behind us—hazard warning orange. I recognized the wiry figured rider before he flipped his helmet visor up.
“I thought I told you to keep your distance, princess,” Diablo called over the roar of his engine.
“We were just leaving,” I called back.
He shut off his bike and removed his helmet, resting it on the seat. Tarzan stiffened and started to move in front of me but I put a hand on his shoulder.
Diablo lifted his chin in greeting as he approached, his gaze sweeping over me with an appraising look. My skin prickled from head to toe under his attention. His gray t-shirt was stretched tight across his shoulders, sleeves straining around the bulk of his biceps. When he planted his feet wide and crossed his arms, the hem of his shirt rode up just enough to catch a glimpse of that goddamn V-line again—the one that plagued my dreams every time I closed my eyes. The same one I wanted to bite. Or lick. Or grab.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Diablo said.
Heat flushed my face that I’d been caught staring. I flicked my gaze up to meet his eyes. He smirked back at me.
“If you’re hoping for a peek below my belt,” he added. “I’d be happy to indulge your curiosity. Might even be willing to give you a hands-on demonstration. All you have to do is ask nicely.”
Behind me, Tarzan sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth.
I squared my shoulders and took a step closer toward Diablo, holding his gaze to show he wouldn’t intimidate me.
“If I remember correctly, you were the one who accused me of sleeping my way up the ranks of my club. With that much experience, I hardly need a peek under your belt, Prospect. Whatever equipment you’re packing is nothing special.”
Tarzan coughed a laugh and ducked his head to hide a smile.
A muscle twitched in Diablo’s jaw. His eyes narrowed slightly but it wasn’t enough to disguise the fact that his pupils were wide and dark with arousal.
“I think I’ll escort you and your gorilla back to Aerondale,” he said. “Just to be on the safe side. Wouldn’t want you getting lost and wandering into places you’re not supposed to.”
“Are you sure about that?” I countered. “One Alpha Rider in Desert Howler territory. Those odds don’t sound like they’re in your favor.”
That was a low blow. Our club was supposed to be neutral, not spitting out threats. It didn’t matter that Diablo was the one who had rolled up and started posturing. I was a VP. I should de-escalate the situation, not egg him on.
He edged closer now, and God help me, the heat from him was overwhelming. Not the oppressive, withering desert heat from the sun. This was an enticing heat, daring me to scorch myself on him with a single touch, a kiss.
He dipped his chin to meet my eyes.
“If you, or any of your boys, lay a finger on me, it’s war and you know it.”
“We’ll be on our best behavior, cross my heart,” I replied.
This time, it was Diablo’s turn to give himself away. His gaze dropped to my chest. I could see his pulse flutter a little faster beneath the thin skin of his throat.
