The Redemption of Roan (The Syndicate #2)(8)

By: Kathy Coopmans



It’s warm for early April, I tell myself. Yeah right, asshole. It wouldn’t be because you’re about to take the woman you’ve been gunning for on an actual date. I run my hand through my hair and begin to climb the stairs to the building. And there she is, standing in all of her glorious perfection in a pair of jeans, a pink hooded sweatshirt, and matching pink converse. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. I fucking love it. She looks stunning. She’s still the same woman from last night, except today her blue eyes are brighter. She looks carefree. Christ almighty, she’s remarkable.

“Is this casual enough?” she rasps out. Oh, baby, you have no idea how fucking sexy I find you right now.

“It’s perfect. Have you ever ridden on the back of a bike?” I ask, hitching my thumb over my back towards my Harley.

“I haven’t,” she replies, as she is walking down the steps to greet me. Damn. She looks so fresh and natural. She has a minimal amount of makeup on. So much different than last night when she was all dressed up. Seeing her up close like this with the morning sun shining down, making her hair beam like little golden rays of light, her eyes shining, I can honestly say I love the natural-looking Alina so much better than the made-up one. She’s one of those women who stands out in a crowd no matter what she is wearing.

“Here, lets get you one of these.” I lift my helmet, both of us taking the few steps back to my bike. Strapping my helmet to the handle bar, I reach into a side bag and pull out the extra one, then turn to hand it to her. With no problem at all, she slips it over her head and fastens it.

“Impressive,” I say when I inspect it to make sure it’s hooked right, my fingers lightly brushing her chin. God, I’ve never felt anything so smooth, like the feeling of a velvety leaf.

“My brothers all have bikes,” she says enthusiastically.

“I tried to ride with Andre once when I was sixteen. We were all set to go when my mother came running out of the house screaming. “Alina, there is no way in hell you are getting on the back of his bike.” To make a long story short, my brothers were very reckless. I’m pretty sure every one of them crashed at one time or another. Being the only girl in the family, I was treated just like that, a girl, so doing something fun like this is an adventure.” She smiles shyly.

“I’m glad I brought it then.” I grab my own helmet, adjusting it on my head. I then swing my leg over my bike, pat the back, and guide her with my hand in hers to get on.

“Put your arms around me and hold on tight. We don’t have far to go.” Hell, she looks good on the back of my bike.

“Where are we going anyway? And please don’t tell me it’s a surprise.” I contemplate on whether I tell her the truth or not. Nah. She can sweat it out.

“It’s not a surprise, you’ll just have to wait and see.” Turning away from her, I crank up the engine. A Harley Davidson has a sound like no other. There is nothing like the low rumble of revving the engine to open and close the throttle. And then I feel her hands come around my waist. The delicate softness of her body pressed up against mine has my dick going into a spasm. Shit. Her tight little body behind me feels a hell of a lot better than riding my damn bike.

I take a deep breath, feeling like a pansy ass, make sure no traffic is coming, and pull out onto her street. The ten-minute drive to Sweet Round Donuts doesn’t give me enough time to calm down. For one, I’ve never had anyone on the back of my bike. For two, I can smell her. I’ve never smelled anything like her unique smell of grapefruit and wild flowers mixed together in my life. It’s driving me insane.

I pull up behind the donut shop, cut the engine, and she bursts out laughing. The sound of her laugh does a lot for my raging dick, the fucker gets even harder.

Looking at her through my mirror and seeing her open mouth sniggering has me smiling.

“What’s so funny?” I ask as I take her hand and help her off the bike.

“A donut shop?” she questions.

“This isn’t just your ordinary donut shop, smart mouth.” I take off my helmet, then reach to help her take hers off.

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