Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(15)

One simple word and I grin.

“Come on, angel.” He takes my hand again and walks me out of the kitchen, into the living room, and out the front door. He locks the door and then leads me off the porch and down the steps.

I see his motorcycle sitting there and get excited again. “We riding on your bike?” I ask, the excitement in my voice plain as day.

Jordan has a smile tugging on his lips, “Sure are.”

He lets my hand go and climbs onto his bike. I walk over and brace my hand on his back so I can swing my leg over. He reaches a hand back and sets it on my back. I swing my leg over and settle on behind him.

“Put your feet here.” His hand goes to my calf, and he sets my foot on the footrest.

I place my other foot on the other one. Jordan then reaches around my back and pushes me so I am flush against him. My arms are around his waist, and my head is resting on his shoulder.

Jordan cranes his neck to the side. “Ready, biker babe?”

I return his grin and nod. He starts the bike, and there’s a loud rumble, and the bike vibrates. He backs up with his feet, and then we are off.

My stomach sinks at the feel of flying. I grip him tighter, feeling like I could fall at any second as we drive up his large driveway. The large gate opens, and we pull out onto the main highway. I look behind me as the gate slams closed.

My heart soars the farther we drive. I haven’t felt so free in my entire life. Jordan lets the handlebars go with one hand, and that hand goes to my knee. He squeezes, and I place my hand on top of his.





There’s no better fucking feeling than having your woman on the back of your bike, wearing your cut with your name on it, claiming her for the whole world to see.

I speed up to pass the car in front of us. I hear her laughter, and I grin. Then both of her hands let me go and I look into the mirror at her. She is grinning from ear to ear, her hands above her head, her eyes closed.

I know how she’s feeling. There is nothing but the open road in front of us. Freedom. I have never seen her so carefree. I reach behind me and grab her hip to make sure she doesn’t fall.

I speed up more and pass another car. Her smile gets impossibly wider. I shake my head and see a town looming in front of us. She scoots closer and holds me tight again, her chin resting on my shoulder.

I pull up in front of the steakhouse because I don’t do that fancy shit and Alisha is the same. I raise my hand and Alisha sets her hand in mine. She climbs off and her knees give out. I hold her hand tighter to pull her back up.

“Oh my goodness, that was so much fun! We need to go on a road trip!” she shouts loudly.

Fuck me, can she get more perfect?

“We have a charity run next week. It’s an all-day ride? You in?” I turn my bike off and climb off.

She gasps in fake dramatic shock. “Am I in? Hell yeah, I am!”

I shake my head at this girl. Every day, more and more spunk comes out of her, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on.

I put my hand on the small of her back, right under my name on her back. We step onto the walkway, and when we reach the entrance of the restaurant, I open the door for her. Inside, we are met by a worker.

His gaze flits to me and then to Alisha, and it lingers on her for far too fucking long. “Two?” he asks, but his gaze doesn’t leave Alisha.

Does he not fucking see me? He is about to not see at all if he doesn’t take his eyes off her.

Alisha sets her small hand on my forearm. She is smiling up at me.

“Yeah, two,” I tell him.

His gaze finally comes to me, and his eyes widen when he sees my angry expression. “Th-th-this way,” he stutters.

I can’t help but grin. That’s right, fucker. Run away.

We follow him, and I enjoy seeing him so scared. Pussy. His shoulders are hunched over like he’s trying to make himself less noticeable. The fucker shouldn’t have looked at her longer than a passing glance, but he was staring

You don’t stare at a man’s woman, especially in front of the man. More so than a ole lady to the Devils Souls MC.

He sets our menus on the table and literally runs away. Alisha scoots into the booth, and I sit in front of her. I need to look at her gorgeous face. She watches the worker run away and then bursts out laughing.

“Whatcha laughing at, angel?” I ask her.

She wipes her eyes and grins at me. “That man was about to pee his pants at the sight of you. I don’t think you are that scary.”

I glare at her, and she bursts out laughing again.

She stands up, bends over the table, and grips my cheeks between her fingers. “I think you are just a big teddy bear.”

I glare at her harder and a smile slips as her gaze gravitates to my lips.

I move closer until our lips have a small sliver of space between us. She licks her lips and looks me in the eyes before she sets her small hand on my cheek. She gently presses her lips to mine and keeps completely still, Then she tilts her head to the side. I keep completely still, letting her have this moment. She opens her mouth and then moves her lips against mine, and that small control I let her have slips away. I deepen the kiss and slip my tongue into her mouth. She gasps and grips my shirt with her free hand.