Cougar's Gift: Pacific Northwest Cougars: (Shifter Romance) by Moxie North Read Free Book Online Page B

still giggling.
    “Think it’s funny?”
    “Totally!” she laughed.
    “Get on,” he barked.
    Libby looked at the bike then looked at her skirt and back to the bike then to him. She raised her eyebrow; she’d never ridden a bike before. She was pretty sure fluffy skirts were not the usual garments one chose when riding around on the back of a hog. Do they call them hogs?
    Stryker saw her hesitate then assessed the situation. How the hell did bitches ride on the back of a motorcycle? Not that he thought of Libby as a bitch, but he doubted she owned a pair of leather pants. He saw her prop her hands on her hips clearly challenging him to fix the problem. He liked her saucy little pose, it made his dick twitch.
    Coming up with a solution, he leaned down reached between her legs and grabbed the fabric at the back of her skirt. Pulling it up between her legs he tucked it into the waistband making a pair of pantaloons for her.
    Libby looked down and pondered if he had ever done that to a woman before. The odds weren’t very high, but his solution was genius. Then she watched as he turned and spied something in the garage he wanted. He strode into the bay, grabbed a black leather jacket off the bench and brought it back for her.
    “Arm,” he said abruptly.
    Libby stretched out her arm and Stryker slid the sleeve up one side. She fumbled for the other sleeve and he pulled the jacket up settling it on her shoulders. It smelled like him. Like really, deliciously smelled like him. She wondered if he would notice it going missing.
    He pulled the helmet off the back of the seat and plopped it on her head. Adjusting the straps under her chin. The helmet was too big and she had to give it a shove back to be able to see him. The sleeves on the jacket were too long and she had to do a hand shimmy to free her hand.
    Stryker was staring at the helmet with a look of annoyance and concern on his face. He finally grunted and said, “Better than nothing, need to pick you up some gear.” This was said more to himself than to her.
    Libby was feeling nervous about this ride and wanted to get started before she chickened out. Stepping around his hulking mass she started towards his motorcycle again, spotting the emblem that said Vulcan on the side. She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded scary and she wanted to ask him about it.
    He was looking at her with an odd mix of emotions. There were at least a dozen flashing over his features that she tried to decipher.
    She decided he was impatient and her questioning him on the topic would probably be met with frustration. Which although fun for her to watch him huff and puff, it was not for him since he clearly was in a hurry for some reason. She gave him a shrug and walked to the bike.
    Stryker reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her from trying to mount the bike first. He swung his leg over the seat and then reached for her hand. Libby lifted her leg and managed to climb and wiggle her way behind him
    He was starting to think that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Her hot pussy pressed up against his back and his dick was never going to go down. Libby’s arms wrapped around his waist and she locked her hands over his abs.
    Fuck him, that felt amazing. He needed to focus or he’d just sit there letting her hold him. Kicking over the motor, the bike roared to life under them.
    Libby squealed a little as the shock of the power and vibration below her was unexpected. She felt Stryker’s hand cover hers and he patted them reassuringly. Then his hand slid down her thigh and tugged her leg closer to his. Not that this was necessary as she was wrapped around him like plastic wrap.
    “When I lean you lean, got it?” he barked over the bike.
    Libby realized she’d have to scream over the motor so she gave his tummy a pat to acknowledge what he said. She felt his muscles tighten under her hands. Her brain tried to formulate what muscles like that looked like. She had a pretty good idea,