Her Dangerous Revenge

d to ride motorcycles, but that all changed when hi

th my limbs. He directed me on where to put my feet. After my feet were good to go, he grabbed my knees and squeezed the

ing it with all my might. This was stupid. No wonder motorcyclists died so o

laughing so hard his eyes lit up. When he sp

?" I

se all I could make out was, "you" and "me", which made no sense. When I shook my head in co

to do. I mean, I'd taken long enough already. We had to get a move on

t to him. When I was molded to him, he brushed a warm hand ove

. I knew I looked ridiculous holding on to him for dear life, but damn, give a girl a break. I was scared, okay

ore I just mimicked every move he made. If he bent right, I bent right. If h

ght of causing him pain made me loosen my arms. His hand was suddenly clenching my arm, telling me he was okay with my suffocating hold. His palm slid over the back of my

tected, but he was doing it right now. I opened my palms to press them flat against his sto

driveway. We came to a stop in front of a double-wide trailer. It wasn't run d

let his feet balance us, Derek

backside and holding on like my life depended on it. My muscle

tensed under my fin

rought me back to life. "Yea

me what to d

now. I think I'm

wrapped my hands from hi

worked. And, yeah, could th

getting off

laughing at me, I found my str

body was overcome with fatigue as I stood holding my hips. I'd u

concern. "Serious

then I started giggling harder. "I'm

at me. He extended the kickstand and easily sl

d my chin for him

d up as he loosened the strap and took off my

y as he set my h

t the screech of a screen door sw

k, I figured he couldn't be more than twenty-one. A tattoo inked

smiled when he saw me. "I'm so glad you came to your sen

out fully to fist bump Derek. And oh my holy mo