Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4 Read Online Free Page A

day. When Janny had looked back, Nik had disappeared, leaving the bike under the light.
    “Delivering Britt was my job. After that, she’s everyone else’s problem. She didn’t take it as well as I did that she’s not a bridesmaid.” He shrugged. “It seems she thought this wedding was about her.”
    God help her, she believed him. It was easier than the alternative. She slipped her arms into his jacket and frowned. “I’m not exactly dressed for taking a turn as a biker chick.”
    “You’ll never touch the ground, so it won’t matter a bit. Climb on, Princess.”
    She glanced down at the dress and heels and decided practicality played no part in fantasy. In for a penny. She stepped toward him and placed her hand on his shoulder. His lean thighs gripped the bike so it held steady as she climbed on. She gathered her skirt between them and inched forward until the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs pressed so close she felt the seam of his jeans. She leaned forward, her body very aware as she pressed herself against his back.
    “That’s it. Now hold tight.” He took her hands and pulled her arms around his torso, hugging him closer than she would have dared on her own. His nipple peaked beneath her right palm, the ridges of his abs teasing the left.
    Exhilaration shot through her, lifting her high above her usual caution. She lifted her feet off the ground and hooked her heels onto the pegs beneath her legs. He lifted the kickstand and turned back to her.
    “Think of it like dancing to a song you’ve never heard, Princess. Lean in and let me lead. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”
    And just like that, he touched the throttle and the bike roared to life and rolled forward. Gentle at first, until they’d made it off the pathway and onto the paved ground of the parking lot. In that minute, she found herself thinking she could do this, be the chick who ran off with the motorcycle rebel, the one who snagged the eye of the baddest boy in town.
    Then the engine revved, vibrating up her body. Before she could breathe, the bike leapt forward, exploding every nerve. She held on to Nik for all she was worth, praying as they sped down a lonely street. Her heart beat as fast as the tires spun and then they were falling.
    She clutched him and closed her eyes, feeling the ground get closer and closer. The scream escaped just as he righted them, heading up a hill. She opened her eyes to realize they’d turned. A turn, and she’d thought disaster loomed. Goodnight, she didn’t have the stomach for this bad-girl business.
    Releasing her death grip would be best, but she didn’t dare. Who knew when the ground would surge up at them again? The warmth of his body beside hers, the steady vibration of the bike beneath her and the cool breeze against her skin eased her panic. The heightened awareness felt good, the air clearer with the scent of warm earth and the sea.
    The grass grew taller as they climbed the hill. The paved road became one lane and then a dirt path as they ventured on. No trees blocked the landscape, just hill after hill carpeted in the thick, waving grass. In the waning light, the colors hushed, muting the green of the grass and gray of the Bering Sea below.
    The sky overhead blended the clear blue with warm shades of pink and bright yellow as the sun kissed the horizon. The combination of the hot man in front of her, the thrill of the moment and the engine rumbling between her legs had her hoping they would stop soon and enjoy more than just the breathtaking view.
    Nik pulled up along the ridge, bringing the bike to a reluctant stop. Janny felt amazing wrapped so tightly around him. He wanted to go on riding forever, but on an island this small, there wasn’t anywhere to go but up, and this was as high as land could take them. He dropped the kickstand and set his feet on the ground.
    The sun danced with the white-capped sea before them, casting colors everywhere the light touched. With the weather