Free Blitzed (The Alpha Ballers #3) by Lucy Snow

apparently listened to my advice to escape while he still could.

    After a couple minutes we found an exit that wouldn’t set off the fire alarm, and we went outside. Mack shivered as the cold air hit her. I looked back and raised an eyebrow at her.  

    “I didn’t bring a coat, tonight,” she said after a few seconds. “I didn’t think I’d be outside very much.”

    I nodded. “I’m glad I live close by, then.”

    “Huh?”

    I pulled her in close to me, and I felt Mack relax against me, feeling the warmth. We moved through the parking lot till we got to my ride.

    “You brought the motorcycle?” Mack asked, throwing me an incredulous look that made my cock stir. She was so fucking sexy, I could barely stand having her this close to me without doing something about it.

    Of course, I knew I couldn’t do anything. Not when she was tipsy like this, and not after what she’d gone through earlier with Steve.

    I laughed. “I only have motorcycles.”  

    Mack let go of my hand and crossed her arms under her breasts, making me draw a breath in. She looked at the bike skeptically, almost as if she expected it to transform into a sedan right there if she concentrated hard enough.

    I laughed again. “It’s still a motorcycle, Mack. Not gonna become anything else.”

    She looked at me. “Is there another helmet?”

    I shook my head. “Nope, but you can wear mine.”

    She furrowed her brow. “It’s gonna mess up my hair.”

    “You got another party to go to tonight?”

    She smiled, punching me in the shoulder, a little off base. “No. OK, fine. How do I do this?”

    “You’ve never ridden a motorcycle before?”

    She closed her eyes and stood up straight. “Ahem, Hudson Asher, does it look like I have ever ridden a motorcycle before?”

    If that wasn’t an excuse to look her up and down I didn’t know what was, and I took it with no shame. Fuck, Mack was hot. I couldn’t get past her curves, how they called to me.

    And maybe, just maybe, both of us working for the same organization made it a little extra hot.

    I put my hands on my hips. “Good point. Alright, I’ll be gentle with you.”

    Mack’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a good idea.”

    I picked up the helmet and handed it to her while I got on the bike, making some adjustments and checking the fuel before turning it on. The roar of the engine washed over me, and I loved feeling the power underneath me. There was nothing like riding a motorcycle.

    I glanced at Mack and saw that she was still holding the helmet and staring at it like she’d never seen one before. “Come here, Mack,” I said, just over the sound of the engine.

    She came closer, and I took the helmet from her and gently put it over her head. “It goes on like this.” I secured the straps and looked at her. “You OK in there?”

    Mack nodded vigorously. I laughed and lowered the visor on her.

    In such a short dress like that, Mack would be really cold on the way home, and the wind was starting to pick up. You had to love these cold New England winter nights - I couldn’t believe she hadn’t brought a coat.  

    I knew what I had to do. I took off my suit jacket and walked behind Mack, propping the bike up first, sliding the coat up her arms. I tried not to shiver, but this ride was gonna be cold.

    Then I got back on the bike, a little further back in the seat and motioned for her to climb onto the bike in front of me. This way she’d be a little warmer on the trip. Mack climbed on, straddling the bike, lowering herself tentatively till she sat on it. She faced me and threw one arm around my shoulder and the other around my waist, pulling herself into me for warmth, the jacket on her back protecting her from oncoming wind.

    We took off into the night, roaring out of the parking lot. I knew I couldn’t go as fast as I wanted to, both because Mack was inexperienced and because I didn’t have a helmet on. If I went and got hurt just before the playoffs