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couldn’t allow this to happen, but holy hell did it feel good. It was so intense and strong. My body hadn’t experienced this much pleasure for over two years.
    Finish the job himself. He knew! He knew the bike was rubbing against my clit. And he wanted to have sex with me?
    I had to think about something else. No sex. No sex with a hot, sexy stranger. Not again. The one and only time I had a one-night stand and it turned out to be a horrible experience. Well, the sex was great, but then he got kind of clingy.
    I was just kidnapped. I had to distract my mind and figure out what the hell I had just gotten myself into. I’ve never done anything like this before but I couldn’t sit around and do nothing. No one was doing anything to solve my brother’s murder. I needed to give my parents a sense of closure so they could move on. We all needed it.
    What I didn’t need was to be sitting on the back of a motorcycle with a stranger, while trying to hold off having the best orgasm of my life.
    I can’t let this happen.
    It’s wrong.
    It so fucking wrong, but it felt so good.
    Maybe he wouldn’t even notice.
     
    Jaxon
     
    I knew the bike was doing its job. I’ve had a few girls tell me how much they loved the feel of my bike between their legs, just as much as they liked my cock. She was fighting it and I didn’t blame her.
    She didn’t know me. But, I knew her. Latch and I both knew her.
    She was Harry Ziegler’s sister.
    Harper had no idea what Mack and Harry’s relationship really was. I don’t think anyone knew.
    Mack also didn’t know that Harper was Harry’s sister. She was fucking stupid for hooking herself to Mack and putting her life at risk.
    Detective Smith, Latch’s uncle, said she had visited him several times at the station but that he kept sending her away. He obviously wasn’t doing his best. Somehow Harper found out who Mack was and got him to trust her.
    Barbie.
    I chuckled as I continued to drive to the safe house Latch was just at. He had some woman following him earlier today so she was already there. Now this. Shit like this wasn’t supposed to happen.
    The house was in the middle of nowhere and titled in his real name, which no one knew except his uncle and me.
    For the past two years, people knew him as Latch Lexington.
    I used my real first name, but changed my last name for this operation.
    I felt her fingers dig into my stomach so I reached down and covered one of her hands with mine. I wanted her to know it was okay. I’ve seen her pictures. I know her. I know everything about her and her family, and it baffles my mind that she got herself into this situation.
    But she did. She’s here now, and I’m the only one that can keep her safe. Outing her as a rat wasn’t the best idea but the shit just rolled off my tongue.
    I felt her lay her forehead on my back and her fingers tensing again on my stomach.
    It was hot as fuck and my cock was starting to get jealous.
    She stopped fighting back and was now about to have one of the best orgasms of her life on the back of my bike. I wish it was me but life’s too short, and if she thought I was going to kill her she might as well have one hell of an orgasm before that.
    I turned down a dirt road and after a few seconds of having the extra bumps added to the vibration of the bike, her fingers dug deeper and I knew she was coming. I gripped her hand as she started to loosen her grip and then waited a few seconds before grabbing the handle of the bike. I had to concentrate on driving.
    I drove the three miles it took to get to the house and parked by the porch. Randy was sitting outside smoking a cigarette.
    Harper climbed off the back of the bike before I could turn it off.
    “Where the fuck am I?” she yelled at me as I shut the bike down and popped out the stand.
    Randy laughed and kept smoking his cigarette.
    “Somewhere safe,” I told her swinging my leg off the bike and standing in front her. I was six foot five, built strong and