Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance Read Online Free Page B

Fire speared itself against her breast at being called that.
    The ever frightening prospect of being seemed a little lighter then, waves of content washing over her person. Jasmine’s heart warmed when she felt his arm squeeze tighter.
    ***
    Later that night Jasmine did exactly as Luke had said she would.
    She caved. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, even if she was sore all over and ready for an early sleep – she just had to see what it was the man had in store for her; it seemed only fair to entertain him, considering the glass rose that he had gotten her.
    Jasmine smiled inside at the thought of it.
    Luke had not confessed as to where they were going, only that ‘his guys’ would keep ‘the place’ open until nine. Something about moving to a new location.
    As the roads dragged on, Jasmine found herself drifting into a content state as she hugged tight Luke’s hard core. Her mind started to wander to dark places, and she wondered why she’d never slept with a man so in shape.
    Maybe he was just out of her league. It was still impressive as all hell the way the man handled his bike; his style a mix of caution and calculated maneuvers, coupled with dangerous speeds and risky use of the motorcycles slender nature. If the police had any idea some of the shit he was pulling . . . still, for some reason she felt safe with him at the wheel.
    Eventually reaching the designated spot, Luke’s bike rolled to a stop just outside of a lone warehouse. It did not look abandoned or old or anything of the like, but it did look closed. Luke kicked up the stand and hopped off of the bike. There weren’t any lights on.
    “Looks closed,” Jasmine commented, “should I be afraid or something? Or am I just being paranoid?” It did seem strange to be out in the middle of nowhere with the man, going into some closed down warehouse at night. Jasmine had to brush off the idea that she was in a really bad horror film.
    “What? No come on,” Luke brushed back his hair, “it’s already costing me two C-notes so get your pretty ass over here,” he commanded in such a way that Jasmine actually . . . liked it.
    Heat kissed her cheeks; he complimented my butt! “Okay,” she said, slipping off of the bike, “but I’ve got my phone on me and the police are on speed dial.”
    “Hilarious,” he motioned ‘come hither’ and waited a moment for her to catch up.
    Entering through a quiet little door on the side of the building, Jasmine was surprised to see that the building was well illuminated on the inside – how none of it showed through the windows was beyond her.
    The interior was not filled to capacity; there were only a couple of rows of heavy boxes lined up on either end of the room atop their respective pallets. In the center of the room were two men in orange jumpsuits sitting around in fold-up chairs; they turned their heads and said something to one another, big smiles on their faces.
    Jasmine noted the large air tube in which the two men were sitting next to, a construct of steel and glass and blue padding. She shot the biker a glare.
    “What?” He smiled, “you didn’t ask if it was indoor skydiving.”
    Nope, nope-nope-nope, “Not happening,” Jasmine announced, turning on her heel and making for the door.
    Luke reached out a hand to grab Jasmine’s wrist, “Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going.”
    Jasmine playfully tugged her arm trying to wriggle free, but the man’s grip was firm and resolute on keeping her there. She spun around, “There is zero chance I’m getting in that thing, you can’t make me,” she could hardly believe how childish her tone came across.
    “I can,” he assured, bringing himself closer to Jasmine, the corner of his mouth upturning, “and I will. Once you get your wings, you won’t want to be without ‘em. Trust me.”
    Adrenaline filled her in a hot rush; it’s exciting to have him so close, I could lose myself in that chest . . . “No way,” she rejected,