had
always referred to motorcycles as death machines. She never mentioned anything
about the sweet sensation they caused.
Trevor wisely avoided the main roads and
instead drifted along the side streets on his way out of town. Once outside the
city limits, he opted for a wide-open country lane. For a second, McKenna
questioned the wisdom of jumping on the back of a motorcycle with a stranger.
It was by far the craziest thing she had ever done in her life, but her
hesitation was blown away in the wind.
Unfortunately, riding a motorcycle wasn’t
exactly conducive for great conversation. Then again, neither was sitting in a
movie theater, and as far as first dates went, this blew the other option out
of the ballpark. Trevor must have been thinking the same thing because he
veered off the road, drove straight through a grassy field, and then pulled to
a stop beside a sorry excuse for a tree.
He cut the engine and then turned around.
“So… what did you think?”
“I loved it,” McKenna said gleefully and
then grew self-conscious of her enthusiasm, trying to reign in her wide smile.
Trevor grinned. “Don’t stop smiling on my
account.”
He kicked down the stand and then held
out his hand to help her climb off. Once both of her feet were on the same side
of the bike, he mirrored her position but remained seated. He crossed his arms
over his chest. McKenna couldn’t help but notice his rippled biceps. Today, most
of them were covered by a faded T-shirt. It was a shame really. There should be
a law for men like Trevor Dean that stated they were only ever allowed to be
seen out in public bare-chested and wearing a pair of
low-rise jeans.
So much for reigning in her enthusiasm.
She had just eye-screwed him from the waist up. Good Lord, she didn’t even want
to think about what was underneath his leather belt. All right, so she did
think about it, but she refused to let her eyes drift down because she was
certain it would only take a single glance and she wouldn’t ever be able to
think about anything else ever again.
“You know, not everything Jimmy said
about me was true,” Trevor said, sounding a little bit uncertain.
“Which part?” McKenna questioned.
“I’m not a member of Devils Kin,” Trevor
shrugged. “Not officially anyway.”
“Are you an unofficial member?”
“It’s complicated.”
“What about the part about you being a
bad man?”
Trevor started to smile and then
chuckled. “I’m twenty-two years old, and I just picked up a girl in a high
school parking lot. I’m old enough to know better. I guess you’ll have to
decide the answer.”
“That depends on what you plan on doing
with her,” McKenna retorted breezily. Inwardly, she was dying. Her heart was
pounding so fast that she felt winded, as if she just ran a five-mile sprint.
It was only a miracle that kept her face from burning ten shades of red.
“Considering it is quarter till four, I
intend on taking her home.”
“Oh,” McKenna gasped, unable to hide her
disappointment. Where had the time gone? “Will I see you again?”
“Do you want to see me again?”
“Yes,” McKenna answered too quickly to be
coy and then smiled shyly. “Yes, I would like that very much.”
Trevor shook his head warily as he
crossed his leg over the bike and then held out his hand to help her back on.
“You were supposed to say no,” he said just before he started the motor.
Chapter 10
Every day for the rest of the week,
Trevor was waiting for her after school. Thank goodness she had sat with Kyler
at lunch so she could fill her in on all the prom planning because Hannah was
worse than an interrogation squad. She knew McKenna was up to something, but
she hadn’t demanded she stop staying after school or worse yet, shown up at
school and offered her services. McKenna wouldn’t put either past her.
Being alone with Trevor, even if it was only
for a few hours, was worth the risk. The more time she spent with him, the more
she realized
always referred to motorcycles as death machines. She never mentioned anything
about the sweet sensation they caused.
Trevor wisely avoided the main roads and
instead drifted along the side streets on his way out of town. Once outside the
city limits, he opted for a wide-open country lane. For a second, McKenna
questioned the wisdom of jumping on the back of a motorcycle with a stranger.
It was by far the craziest thing she had ever done in her life, but her
hesitation was blown away in the wind.
Unfortunately, riding a motorcycle wasn’t
exactly conducive for great conversation. Then again, neither was sitting in a
movie theater, and as far as first dates went, this blew the other option out
of the ballpark. Trevor must have been thinking the same thing because he
veered off the road, drove straight through a grassy field, and then pulled to
a stop beside a sorry excuse for a tree.
He cut the engine and then turned around.
“So… what did you think?”
“I loved it,” McKenna said gleefully and
then grew self-conscious of her enthusiasm, trying to reign in her wide smile.
Trevor grinned. “Don’t stop smiling on my
account.”
He kicked down the stand and then held
out his hand to help her climb off. Once both of her feet were on the same side
of the bike, he mirrored her position but remained seated. He crossed his arms
over his chest. McKenna couldn’t help but notice his rippled biceps. Today, most
of them were covered by a faded T-shirt. It was a shame really. There should be
a law for men like Trevor Dean that stated they were only ever allowed to be
seen out in public bare-chested and wearing a pair of
low-rise jeans.
So much for reigning in her enthusiasm.
She had just eye-screwed him from the waist up. Good Lord, she didn’t even want
to think about what was underneath his leather belt. All right, so she did
think about it, but she refused to let her eyes drift down because she was
certain it would only take a single glance and she wouldn’t ever be able to
think about anything else ever again.
“You know, not everything Jimmy said
about me was true,” Trevor said, sounding a little bit uncertain.
“Which part?” McKenna questioned.
“I’m not a member of Devils Kin,” Trevor
shrugged. “Not officially anyway.”
“Are you an unofficial member?”
“It’s complicated.”
“What about the part about you being a
bad man?”
Trevor started to smile and then
chuckled. “I’m twenty-two years old, and I just picked up a girl in a high
school parking lot. I’m old enough to know better. I guess you’ll have to
decide the answer.”
“That depends on what you plan on doing
with her,” McKenna retorted breezily. Inwardly, she was dying. Her heart was
pounding so fast that she felt winded, as if she just ran a five-mile sprint.
It was only a miracle that kept her face from burning ten shades of red.
“Considering it is quarter till four, I
intend on taking her home.”
“Oh,” McKenna gasped, unable to hide her
disappointment. Where had the time gone? “Will I see you again?”
“Do you want to see me again?”
“Yes,” McKenna answered too quickly to be
coy and then smiled shyly. “Yes, I would like that very much.”
Trevor shook his head warily as he
crossed his leg over the bike and then held out his hand to help her back on.
“You were supposed to say no,” he said just before he started the motor.
Chapter 10
Every day for the rest of the week,
Trevor was waiting for her after school. Thank goodness she had sat with Kyler
at lunch so she could fill her in on all the prom planning because Hannah was
worse than an interrogation squad. She knew McKenna was up to something, but
she hadn’t demanded she stop staying after school or worse yet, shown up at
school and offered her services. McKenna wouldn’t put either past her.
Being alone with Trevor, even if it was only
for a few hours, was worth the risk. The more time she spent with him, the more
she realized
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