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Rick
served a useful purpose.
Like making her breathless, hot, turned on, and quivery. She
wondered if al bikers had this kind of effect on their women,
or if it was just Rick and the fact she wasn’t exactly the most
experienced in the men department?
Surely it wasn’t just her. After al , Lacey certainly seemed
entranced by everything Bo. So maybe it was the whole biker
mystique. She supposed at the end of this week she’d have it
figured out.
Maybe.
Rick didn’t seem to be the kind of guy any girl could figure
out. He was chivalrous and kind and at the same time
mysterious and aloof. And oh so sexy. Like the kind of guy
every girl had a crush on in high school. The bad boy kind of
guy, the one you wanted to redeem with your love.
But was he real y bad? She didn’t know the answer to that.
There were a lot of things she didn’t know the answer to.
Maybe she should start thinking with her head instead of the
other parts of her anatomy that had seemed to take
prevalence since she’d met Rick.
Or maybe she should have sex with Rick, get that out of the
way, and then she could start thinking with her head.
She liked the latter idea a lot better.
They’d taken a long ride in the desert after breakfast, and
the view in the daylight had been breathtaking, nothing at al
like the blind ride in the dark last night.
She’d lived in Las Vegas her entire life, had ridden through
the desert hundreds of times, but there was something about
being exposed to it from a motorcycle point of view, where the
air whipped in your face and you could see everything more
clearly because you weren’t bound by glass and metal on al
four sides. This way made her see it for the very first time.
The desert was burnished copper and sage and golden
sunlight, a cascade of color that painted the landscape of this
place she cal ed home—a place she’d taken for granted and
had never appreciated for its awesome beauty until now.
Maybe it was because on the bike she wasn’t just seeing—al
her other senses were in play, too—the smel of the earth rose
up to meet her, the sound of a hundred motorcycles seeming
to wake the desert’s primal beauty and put on a spectacular
show. Whenever they slowed down, Ava would spot lizards or
other creatures hiding among the tal rocks. Soaring birds
overhead seemingly kept pace with the Hel raisers.
They rode for over two hours, and it was exhilarating. She’d
never enjoyed seeing the desert more.
They stopped at Joey’s house again. This time Ava could
see it in the light. It was a huge place, two stories with a
wraparound porch on both the top and bottom floors. Behind
the house was a barn and several sheds. And he had horses.
Ava climbed off the bike and immediately headed over to
the fence to watch the horses that had gathered around the
shaded areas. At least there were plenty of trees to shield the
horses from the blistering desert heat.
“You like horses?”
She nodded at Rick. “I rode when I was younger. My dad
used to take me to this place that would give rides. I even took
lessons. I wanted to own a horse ranch.”
“You did?”
She laid her arms on the top post and rested her chin on
top of them. “Yes. A child’s dream, of course.”
“Why did it have to be a child’s dream?”
“I don’t know. Just not feasible, I suppose.”
“Anything’s doable, Ava. You just have to want it, then work
for it.”
She turned her head to the side. “Other dreams replaced
that one.”
“Like becoming a social worker.”
“Yes.”
“When was the last time you saddled up and rode?”
“Oh, I haven’t ridden in years.”
“Let’s fix that.” He walked away and Ava turned around, not
sure what he meant by that.
Until he flagged down Joey. The two of them talked and
Rick motioned to the horses, then to her. Joey nodded.
Oh, no. He hadn’t.
But when he came toward her with a grin on his face, she
was afraid he
served a useful purpose.
Like making her breathless, hot, turned on, and quivery. She
wondered if al bikers had this kind of effect on their women,
or if it was just Rick and the fact she wasn’t exactly the most
experienced in the men department?
Surely it wasn’t just her. After al , Lacey certainly seemed
entranced by everything Bo. So maybe it was the whole biker
mystique. She supposed at the end of this week she’d have it
figured out.
Maybe.
Rick didn’t seem to be the kind of guy any girl could figure
out. He was chivalrous and kind and at the same time
mysterious and aloof. And oh so sexy. Like the kind of guy
every girl had a crush on in high school. The bad boy kind of
guy, the one you wanted to redeem with your love.
But was he real y bad? She didn’t know the answer to that.
There were a lot of things she didn’t know the answer to.
Maybe she should start thinking with her head instead of the
other parts of her anatomy that had seemed to take
prevalence since she’d met Rick.
Or maybe she should have sex with Rick, get that out of the
way, and then she could start thinking with her head.
She liked the latter idea a lot better.
They’d taken a long ride in the desert after breakfast, and
the view in the daylight had been breathtaking, nothing at al
like the blind ride in the dark last night.
She’d lived in Las Vegas her entire life, had ridden through
the desert hundreds of times, but there was something about
being exposed to it from a motorcycle point of view, where the
air whipped in your face and you could see everything more
clearly because you weren’t bound by glass and metal on al
four sides. This way made her see it for the very first time.
The desert was burnished copper and sage and golden
sunlight, a cascade of color that painted the landscape of this
place she cal ed home—a place she’d taken for granted and
had never appreciated for its awesome beauty until now.
Maybe it was because on the bike she wasn’t just seeing—al
her other senses were in play, too—the smel of the earth rose
up to meet her, the sound of a hundred motorcycles seeming
to wake the desert’s primal beauty and put on a spectacular
show. Whenever they slowed down, Ava would spot lizards or
other creatures hiding among the tal rocks. Soaring birds
overhead seemingly kept pace with the Hel raisers.
They rode for over two hours, and it was exhilarating. She’d
never enjoyed seeing the desert more.
They stopped at Joey’s house again. This time Ava could
see it in the light. It was a huge place, two stories with a
wraparound porch on both the top and bottom floors. Behind
the house was a barn and several sheds. And he had horses.
Ava climbed off the bike and immediately headed over to
the fence to watch the horses that had gathered around the
shaded areas. At least there were plenty of trees to shield the
horses from the blistering desert heat.
“You like horses?”
She nodded at Rick. “I rode when I was younger. My dad
used to take me to this place that would give rides. I even took
lessons. I wanted to own a horse ranch.”
“You did?”
She laid her arms on the top post and rested her chin on
top of them. “Yes. A child’s dream, of course.”
“Why did it have to be a child’s dream?”
“I don’t know. Just not feasible, I suppose.”
“Anything’s doable, Ava. You just have to want it, then work
for it.”
She turned her head to the side. “Other dreams replaced
that one.”
“Like becoming a social worker.”
“Yes.”
“When was the last time you saddled up and rode?”
“Oh, I haven’t ridden in years.”
“Let’s fix that.” He walked away and Ava turned around, not
sure what he meant by that.
Until he flagged down Joey. The two of them talked and
Rick motioned to the horses, then to her. Joey nodded.
Oh, no. He hadn’t.
But when he came toward her with a grin on his face, she
was afraid he
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