Tease: A Kings of Korruption MC Novel (14 page)

I straighten my shoulders and shake my head.
 
“The club’s different.
 
They don’t give a fuck how I look.
 
I’m one of ‘em.”

“Then I’m glad you’ve found them, Travis.”
 
She takes a step closer to me, pressing my back into the wall.
 
“You know, I don’t give a fuck how you look either.”
 
She smirks.
 
“I can’t even see you.”

Her words cause a slow grin to grow on my face.
 
How can this feisty little woman make me feel better about myself with just one short conversation?
 
Shaking my head, I chuckle softly.
 
“Smartass.”

A warm smile spreads across her face, and I swear I feel some of the ice around my heart start to melt.
 
“Now what?” she asks.

I stare at her, unsure of what to say.
 
Can I do this?
 
Can I be with this woman, like Ryk is with Charlotte?
 
They make it work and seem so happy together.
 
I never imagined I could ever have the same, but suddenly I want it.
 
I want it so fucking bad.
 
I reach out, take her by the hips and pull her into me, her body pressing up against mine.
 
“I don’t know.”

“Well, I do.”

Surprised, I look down at her.

“We need to take it slow.
 
From the sounds of things, you have a hard time trusting people, but the truth is, Travis, I like you.
 
A
lot
.”
 
She blushes.
 
“I don’t want to mess this up.”

My heart pounds.
 
“What do you suggest?”

“How about we start with …”
 
She grins wickedly.
 
“A bike ride.”

A grin slowly takes over my face.
 
“That I
can
do.”

After leaving Dex with a very happy Mouse, Travis silently leads me toward his bike.
 
Excitement pulses through my body like an electric current.
 
I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but the thought of it has my head spinning.

Travis comes to a stop, and I stand still, silently waiting.
 
I hear him fiddling with something before he places a heavy object on my head.
 
I reach up and feel the hard outer shell of the helmet as he sets about doing up the chin strap.

“Ready?”

I just grin and nod before his massive hands encircle my waist, and he places me on the seat of the bike.
 
Feeling him settle in between my legs, my excitement suddenly changes to something quite different.
 
He’s so big compared to me, his body broad and hard as a rock.
 
Heat builds low in my belly when he fires up the bike.
 
It grows hotter still when he reaches back and yanks me tight against him.
 

“Hang on.”
 
God.
 
I love the sound of his growl.

And then, slowly, we’re moving.
 
I know we’ve hit the open road when the bike starts moving faster.
 
I’m flying.
 
The wind beats against my face, whipping the ends of my hair around.
 
I laugh, pure joy filling my heart.

“This is amazing!” I holler, hoping he can hear me over the rush of the wind and the loud growl of the motor.

He reaches down, squeezing my knee briefly before speeding up even faster.
 
I squeal in delight, holding onto him tightly with my thighs as I throw my arms up in the air and just feel it.
 
Freedom.
 
Absolute, uninhibited freedom.
 

Eventually, I lower my arms and wrap them back around Travis’s waist, a grin spread from ear to ear.
 
Ducking my head behind his back to block the wind, I do what I’ve wanted to do since that first time I bumped into him in the coffee shop.
 
I count his abs.

His body stiffens as I let my fingers roam across his belly, but I don’t care.
 
I feel invincible.
 
My breathing grows heavier as I count.
 
There are eight in total.
 
Eight!
 
I’ve never touched a man’s abs before, but even I know that an eight-pack is not the norm.
 
Travis is stacked.

Feeling the bike slow, I wonder silently where we are as Travis pulls the bike down a bumpy road.
 
Turning it off, he sits there, the only movement is that of his heavy breaths.

“Travis?”

Suddenly, I’m alone on the bike and before I even get a chance to wonder where the hell he went, his hands grasp each side of my helmet, and he slams his mouth down onto mine.
 
I gasp in surprise before reaching up, wrapping my arms around his neck and yanking him closer.
 

I’ve kissed Travis before, but this is hotter, more passionate – claiming.
 
He growls and grabs me by the hips, sliding my body down the seat until I’m lying flat.
 
A moan escapes me as I run my hand down his back and cup the most magnificent ass ever made.
 
We kiss like we need each other to breathe, hearts pounding, tongues dueling, and I don’t know about his, but my head is swimming.
 

I want more — so much more — but I don’t want to push him.
 
I’d told him we needed to take it slow, so even though I may be ready to rip off his clothes and ride him into oblivion, I need to wait for him to take the lead.
 
When his hand cups my breast, I am instantly aware of the sudden state of my panties.
 
I mew into his mouth, gyrating my hips in need.

His thumb grazes over my nipple and the pleasure is so great, I gasp loudly, pulling my mouth from his to catch my breath.
 
His body goes still, and then I feel him start to pull away, but I catch his bottom lip in my teeth and flick it with my tongue.
 
And then I’m alone on the bike, panting and aroused, but Travis is panting from somewhere to my right.

I feel the loss in both my heart and in my clit.
 
I want him back.
 
“Travis?”

“I never kissed a woman before you.”
 
His breaths are heavy, but his words are growled.

“Never
?”
 
I thought bikers were a bunch of sluts?
 
He doesn’t respond.
 
The thought of being his first kiss is thrilling — empowering.
 
I’ve never kissed a man either.
 
Teenage boys from my youth don’t count.
 
They aren’t even in the same league as Travis.

I grin widely.
 
“That’s awesome!”
 

“What?”
 
He doesn’t sound like he believes me.

“That’s awesome.
 
We’ve kissed twice, and both times, I was amazing!
 
You’re a lucky guy.”

Silence, then, “Jesus.”

I giggle.
 
After a minute, I grow serious.
 
“Why haven’t you ever kissed a woman?”

“Who the fuck would want to kiss me?” he snarls.

I don’t let it bother me.
 
Travis is harsh, but his anger isn’t directed at me.
 
“I would.
 
Do it again.
 
I’ll prove it.”

He snorts.
 
“You’re crazy.”

I smile again.
 
“I know.”

His hand grasps mine, and he pulls me into a sitting position.
 
Readjusting the helmet on my head, I move to the back of the seat.
 
Just as he’s climbing back on the bike, I call out.
 
“Travis?”

He pauses but says nothing.

“Next time you kiss me like that, can you at least take the helmet off?
 
Helmets aren’t even a little bit sexy.”

“You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls before starting up the motorcycle and driving back toward the road.
 
My heart soars.
 
He thinks I’m sexy!
 
Well … I am.
 
The man knows what he likes.
 
I am a crazy, sexy bitch, and he loves every second of it.

Snuggling into his back, I relax and just enjoy our ride home.
 
We’re riding in silence, my arms around him, his thumb rubbing back and forth across my knee when the roar of another engine grows louder in my ears.
 
I hear it before I feel it.
 
The impact from the left sends me flying.
 
I barely register the crunch of metal as my shoulder skids across the pavement, burning my skin.
 

Like a bad dream, I keep sliding, hearing the bike rolling through the ditch behind me.
 
I come to a stop and lie there, panting.
 
Laughter and the squeal of tires rings through the haze.
 
My skin burns, and I know I’m hurt.
 
My right shoulder is screaming in pain, and I can’t catch my breath.

“Travis?”
 
I can barely get the words out.
 
My chest is heaving trying to take in some air, but I can’t make a sound.
 
I lie there for a few seconds before trying again.
 
“Travis?”

No response.
 
Gingerly, I get up from the ground and crouch, left hand in front of me, searching for him.
 
I call out his name a few more times, but all I hear is the pinging of hot metal and the wheezing coming from my own lungs.

Fear for Travis wells up inside me, bringing me to my knees.
 
What if he’s dead?
 
It’s just like Garrett.
 
We had been in that car for hours after our accident, and the whole time he’d been dead.
 
I couldn’t have saved him because I had a head injury of my own, but I can save Travis.
 
I have to.

Reaching into my back pocket, I feel the edge of my phone and slide it out.
 
I can feel the cracks on the screen and pray that it works.
 
Holding down the button, I hear the little ding that lets me know it’s ready for me to talk, and I holler out, “Call 911!”