Knuckles (Dragon Riders MC #4) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,7

on the bandwagon with coming along. Even though she knows it’s dangerous.”

“Did you tell her anything?”

I shook my head. “Just that we’re chasing some dude that’s got a nasty rap sheet. She knows I’m doing recon.”

“Right, right. Well, here’s what I want you to do.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Take her with you, because I know that if she doesn’t go, all you’ll do is worry about her. But the second you can? Drag out of her what’s going on and call me so we can get to work on it. You two aren’t gonna do this on your own, you hear me?”

“I really appreciate that, Link. A lot.”

He nodded. “Family sticks together. I just hope she doesn’t run out on you again this time.”

“Eh, even if she does, I’d rather her do it once I know she’s safe rather than when she’s still in trouble.”

“True, true. You got any idea what it could be about, though?”

I leaned back. “You know, I’ve been thinking about it a bit. And Bowser always used to help me track down her address. She’s had a few of them. Just about a new one every year, it seems.”

“And you’re wondering if that home-hopping has to do with this.”

I sighed. “Can’t say I’m not curious about it.”

He nodded toward the door. “Go on. Get out of here. And call me the second you know what’s up. We can start working on things from here while you’re doing recon. It’ll be good for the guys, anyway. They’re all itching to do something.”

I grinned. “Then let me get them something to do.”

He chuckled. “That’s my man.”

After standing and clapping each other’s backs in a big hug, I made my way back out to my bike. And when I stepped out of the bar, Simone looked a bit too relieved to have me back. That worried me, too, but I shoved it all to the side and tried to focus on our journey. The motel was expecting me, and I hoped they didn't give me any issues with the fact that I had Simone. I knew the motel room I booked only had one bed, but maybe if I finagled the small couch in there, I could make up another bed or something.

Or I could cuddle up.

“So, what’d he say?” Simone asked.

I pushed the thought away and threw my leg over my bike.

“Hang on tight. We still got another forty-minute drive ahead of us.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed.

The second she wrapped herself back around me, my mind flew back to that one bed. In one room. Sharing it, together. A shiver worked its way down my spine. There had been many things in my life that I had once dreamt of. And waking up next to Simone had been one of them. The tighter she clung to me, the more of her I felt. Her breasts pressed against my back. Her legs flexing against the outside of my thighs. Her warm center beckoning to the small of my back.

And damn it, when she fisted my leather jacket? I almost blew out of my skin.

Keep it together, dude.

Her clinging to me reminded me of so many memories. Nights where she’d sneak into my room and need to be held after a nightmare. Mornings where our foster parents would get done yelling at her and she’d need my shoulder. Even random afternoons where she came into my room just to sit next to me and lay her head on my shoulder for comfort. Feeling her against my body once more felt like a damn dream come true.

I ended up taking the long way to the motel. But even after an hour-long trip, I still regretted when she let me go so I could head into the lobby to check-in.

And I wondered if she’d curl up against me in bed every night once we went to sleep.

4

Simone

It felt like old times. Well, not quite. But hanging onto Justin felt like old times. The warmth and comfort of his body; always rock solid and sturdy for when I couldn't hold myself up on my own. His voice, smooth as silk and unwavering, as if his words could prop me up once his body couldn’t. I pressed my helmeted head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. I hung on tightly as we cruised through town, but the ride was definitely longer than forty minutes. Still, I didn’t mind. The longer we rode, the longer I got to be close to him.

Though, I was very curious about this