Free Cursed In Love (The Adams' Witch Book 2) by E. M. Moore

was no use in trying to keep up appearances. I was going through the motions at school. Cici had never cared how well I did in class anyway. I had, but not right now. Now there were bigger and more important things to tend to.
    A couple minutes later, the roar of a loud engine filled the air around the school like a hungry lion. A black motorcycle weaved in and out of the boring, mid-sized teacher’s cars. “Stupid death wagons,” I muttered. I’d never been a fan of motorcycles. I liked my body parts all in one place.
    The motorcycle’s engine revved and then pulled to a stop next to the curb in front of me. Oh no…
    Yep. Travis took off his helmet, his hair somehow still perfect, and turned toward me with a devilish grin. He beckoned me over and I shook my head. When he turned the ignition off, I shook my head again.
    “C’mon, Perkins. We’ve got important witch things to attend to.”
    I made a show out of looking around for another vehicle. “And how do you think we’re going to arrive at these important witch things?”
    He grinned. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?”
    “Pfft.” I waved him away. “I’m not scared. I just don’t ride on death traps.”
    “But you loved my Jeep so much, I thought you’d like to take a ride on the wild side. Haven’t you ever been on one?”
    No way. “Of course. I’m from Miami, you know. Who hasn’t ridden a motorcycle?”
    “I’m a great driver. And how much more safe could you get than with a Natural?”
    Oh my God. This was really going to happen, wasn’t it? I stood slowly and brushed off the back of my jeans. The machine was even more intimidating up close. It was so strong, yet so small. There was a lot of power going on in one small piece of equipment.
    “Here,” Travis said. He took out another helmet, and I stayed put as he placed it over my head. He stepped back, looking at his handiwork. “That’s hot. Tell me again why I’m helping you unbind your ex-boyfriend from his new girlfriend?”
    “Because you’re the witch police.”
    His shoulders shook with laughter. “You’re right. I’m just an all-around awesome guy. Hop on.”
    Hopping? Was that how it was supposed to happen because I was pretty sure my legs, motorcycle, and hop did not belong together in the same sentence. “Um…”
    He pulled my arm and somehow we finagled it so I was on the bike and my legs were where they needed to be. “There,” he said. “Perfect. You can hang on here, but you’ll probably want to put your arms around me instead.”
    I looked at his flat stomach through his open leather jacket and swallowed. Not that I hadn’t thought about that lately, but there was no way I was telling him. “And why do you think I would do that?”
    “I just know.” He winked.
    I rolled my eyes and promised myself there was no freaking way I was going to hold on to him in this little bike ride. “Whatever.”
    He smirked. “Suit yourself.”
    The engine roared to life, and I jumped. Travis’s shoulders shook again. I had visions of popping him upside the head if I thought it would hurt. But the helmet would save him from any real damage. “Just drive,” I yelled.
    It was possible he’d heard me over the tremendous sound of the engine because he righted the beast of a machine and pulled away. I wobbled on the back and we’d gone all of about two feet before I lost all pride and threw my arms around Travis. This shit was scary.
    He didn’t laugh like I thought he would. I would’ve known because I could feel everything. Every breath Travis took, I felt in my chest and hands as his torso expanded. Having my eyes closed helped with the scariness of the ride. With no vision, I focused on touch and sound.
    I wasn’t sure how far we’d gone when I decided to open my eyes. We were on a back road. Trees flew by on my right side. Wisps of my hair blew away from my face. It was…kind of nice, actually. I pulled far enough away from Travis so I could turn my head and