Losing My Balance (Fenbrook Academy #1.5) - Plot & Excerpts
“Get on,” he said. “Or…we could take my car. Which, you know, has seats and doesn’t end with us under the wheels of a truck.” He gave me a look. “You came to find a biker at a biker club. You found him. You want to know where this thing is goin’? Get on the damn bike.” He got on, leaving space for me behind him. I’d never been on a bike. I thought of all the airbags and seatbelts and comforting, cocooning metal that Bartholomew had and the Harley didn’t. I started this, I thought. I could have just waited for him to call. I slung one leg over the saddle. I wasn’t sure if Harley Davidson had really built it for two, or just for one person with a large butt. Certainly, we were going to have to cuddle in close. I settled in, my groin against his ass. He passed me the helmet that was hanging from the handlebars—an old-fashioned bowl that would leave my face exposed.
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