Free Monroe, Melody Snow - Leather and Lace [The Callens 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe Page A

she should not worry about image so much and start acting herself. “Sure.” She pulled the tie out and threaded it over her wrist.
    She stopped short when she spotted his motorcycle. “You drove that?”
    He shrugged. “It’s easier to park. The entire town will be there and finding a spot will be hard. We can take your truck if your arm isn’t strong enough to wrap around my waist.”
    She clasped her hands together and tugged. “It’s good. As long as you don’t go too fast around any dangerous curves, I’ll be fine.”
    “Super.” He handed her a helmet. “Put your jacket on. It’ll give you more protection.”
    She wasn’t sure about riding into town on the back of Wade Watson’s bike. He was considered a bad boy by some, despite his excellent track record of being a successful rancher. Wouldn’t the rumors spike if Jake saw her. Who cared? She hopped on up.
    “You ever been on a motorcycle before?”
    Once. “Sure.”
    He cocked a brow. “Hold on tight and lean the same way I do.”
    Lean the same way I do. He acted like she was ten and clueless. She slid behind him and grabbed hold of his waist, trying not to touch him too much. He took both of her hands and overlapped them. His rough palms scraping against her skin sent her senses soaring. For a split second she imagined what it would be like to have those palms on her tits.
    Stop it. Focus.
    Purely for safety reasons, she locked her fingers. Now her chest was pressed tightly against his back. Could this get any more embarrassing? Or exciting?
    As soon as he started the engine, he took off, and she had to tighten her grip. The dirt road leading out of her ranch jostled her around and her muscles tensed. As soon as he swung onto the main road, she was able to relax and take in the scenery.
    While she got a thrill from galloping across the plains, there was something exciting about racing around the road on a motorcycle. As they got closer to town, he had to slow down because of the traffic. She spotted Jake’s red truck ahead on the road and prayed her foreman wouldn’t spot her in his rearview mirror. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want him to see her holding on to Wade, but she felt too much like a woman behind the powerful man.
    Wade found a parking spot in no time. He helped her off and pulled a bag out of his saddlebags. He held out his hand. “Come on.”
    The parade would begin at the courthouse and proceed the fifteen blocks down Main Street. The sidewalks were already packed with families, so they had to weave their way to the start point. She wasn’t sure why they had to be at the beginning of the route, but there was no use questioning Wade. He had a mission, and nothing was going to stop him.
    When they arrived on the grassy area in front of the courthouse, she spotted his foreman, Wilt, standing in front of a bunch of grocery store carts wearing a Groucho Marx mask. He looked ridiculous. Wade pulled her closer.
    “You ready?”
    “For what?”
    He tugged on her hand to bring her closer. From the bag he took from the pouch, he lifted two Groucho Marx masks and handed her one. “Put this on.”
    “No way.”
    He slipped his on. “Why not?”
    Wade looked outrageous but somehow managed to look sexy at the same time. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Someone could see me.”
    He took the mask from her hands and placed it over her face. The big nose and mustache tickled, and the glasses sat lopsided on her face.
    He grinned. “You look cute.” From the stack in front of Wilt, Wade pulled two grocery carts toward them. “We’re pushing these.”
    She tore off the mask. “There is no way in hell I’m going to walk down the street like this pushing that cart.”
    “You afraid people will see you as weak?”
    What was up with these guys? They seemed to think she had problems with her self-image. “No.” She was fine as long as none of her men saw her do this. Maybe no one would recognize her in this disguise. Since none of