them right into
Steel Corner, Lucas turned off and drove on the back roads. It was an isolated
strip of asphalt, one that took double the time to get into the square of town,
but bypassed all of the businesses that made up their town.
The mountains and forest were on
either side of them. She wrapped her arms tighter around his waist, and her
heart picked up when she felt him place a hand over both of hers, and give them
a light squeeze. The wind blew her hair in a wild blonde mess around her face,
and she closed her eyes to absorb it all.
This wasn’t the first time she
had been on a bike, obviously, since her dad was in a biker club, and all of
the men she had grown up around had all been heavy into the motorcycle
lifestyle. But this was different from being on the back of her father’s Harley.
This was about feeling the strength come from the vehicle beneath her, and the
male in front of her. She curled her fingers round his, inhaled the scent of
his leather jacket, and smiled.
Ten minutes later and they were
pulling into a small sandwich and soup shop that had been in Steel Corner for
as long as she could remember. They were led to one of the small wrought iron
patio tables out front. The sun was starting to set, and the conversation was
so easygoing and comfortable. It made her feel as though they were back before
the sex between them had happened and this weird vibe had settled over their
relationship.
Half an hour later and they were
leaving the café and getting back on his bike. It wasn’t very long before he
was pulling into her dad’s driveway. Her parents’ SUV was gone, but then again
it was Friday evening, and that was usually when they went out into Denver for
their alone time. Tarren did admit that even though
her parents were older they still had the same intense love they had always
had. It was something she had always admired, and something she wished she
could have one day for herself.
Tawny came out of the house with
her overnight bag in hand, and her cell between her ear and shoulder as she
riffled through her purse. She stopped when she noticed them on Lucas’s bike in
the driveway. She said something to whoever she was on the phone with, but Tarren couldn’t hear what was being said because the engine
of the bike was still going. And then as if Lucas heard her thoughts he cut the
engine and glanced over his shoulder at her, a grin on his face. He climbed off
the Harley, and before she could do the same he had his hands on her waist and
hauled her off the bike. She took the helmet off, handed it to him, and forced
herself not to blush at the way he smirked at her. God, a male should not look
so good cocking the corner of his mouth.
“Thanks.” Tarren felt herself blush at the kind act, but she felt her arousal come on full
force, and cursed internally. “Where are you off to?” Tarren asked Tawny, and then cleared her throat.
Tawny moved closer to them,
stopped and turned to look at Lucas, and then at Tarren .
“Moira and I have a test on Monday that we need to study for. We are doing an
all-weekend cram course.”
She nodded, but before Tarren could say anything in response Tawny was speaking
again.
“Mom and Dad already know, and
they won’t be back until tomorrow morning.” She eyed Lucas again, and smiled.
Tawny might be a couple of years younger than Tarren ,
but she was wilder, especially when she seemed to enjoy tormenting their dad
and bringing home bad boys. Tawny moved past them and to her little Honda. Tarren turned and stared at Tawny as she opened her car
door and tossed her bag in the front seat. She climbed in, gave them the peace
sign, and then started her car and backed out.
“Come on,” Tarren said to Lucas, and then led them up the front steps and into the custom made
cabin her father and the other bikers had all helped build. Compared to the
small cabin she still went to when she wanted to clear her thoughts, this place
she called her home for her entire life
Learning to Kill: Stories