The sound of ATVs broke through his thoughts of tits and ass and his mate, making him smile. “My Crew is here. You ready for some fun?”
“I’ve never driven any kind of mm...machine like that.”
“You’ll be behind me, baby. All you gotta do is wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight.” He pulled her in close to his body, wrapping his arms around her. “See, just like this.” Unable to stop himself, he bent his head, covering her lips with his. The little kiss became heated between one heartbeat and the next. He didn’t realize he’d moved them until he no longer was bent and felt a solid wall behind Noelle. Her moan fueled his need. Using his hand to cushion her head, he maneuvered her so he had better access. Her little body wiggled until she had wrapped herself around him. His cock was so fucking hard he knew she felt it between their bodies.
“Yo, Alpha, you ready? Oh, damn, sorry,” Glock yelled.
Ridge pulled his lips away, breathing heavily. “I’d kill him, but he’s damn hard to kill.”
“Plus, he loves me. Come on, you two, kiss later, have fun now.”
“We were having fun, asshole.” Ridge moved so he could help Noelle settle her feet back onto the floor.
“Yeah, that kinda fun is made for two sometimes three people. The fun we’re gonna have is for getting dirty and, well, that’s something you can do when naked, too. I’m just gonna go back out the way I came. Y’all coming out or what? If I have to tell the others you’re in here doing the dirty deed, then I can’t promise you won’t have a crowd coming in to see if you’re doing it right.”
Ridge pressed his forehead to Noelle’s, praying for strength, so he wouldn’t kill half his Crew. Although, he didn’t doubt it one little bit they’d be in his home within five minutes if he and Noelle weren’t outside and ready to roll. He really needed to set better boundaries. Were there any though, that his Crew would uphold? Nah, they were his family, big ass fuckers.
“We better get out there before the lot of them come rolling in here like they own the place. I’d then have to kill ‘em, which would fuck up my plans.”
Chapter Seven
NOELLE TRIED TO KEEP from laughing at Ridge’s statement. Only she was pretty sure he was serious about killing or maiming his Crew. “I think that would be a shame. Besides, I really do want to go riding with you guys.” And she did, Goddess she totally wanted to let loose and have fun.
They walked on to the back patio. She tried really hard not to gape at the dozen or so men and women gathered around Ridge’s backyard, all of whom were sitting on ATVs of some sort. She glanced from a four-wheeler to a cool looking vehicle that Glock had said was a pussy wheeler. She didn’t agree because in her opinion, they seemed safer, which totally didn’t make them less cool. Of course, she told him so and got a growl back, but she was counting that as his friendly way of talking.
“Glock, you’re gonna be in trouble if you don’t shut that trap you call a mouth.”
“That’s Shaydaya. She’s a fierce competitor and a straight-up killer if you piss her off. Hey, Shay.” Ridge waved at the woman sitting astride a four-wheeler, glaring at Glock.
“Hi, nice to meet you. Do I call you Shay or do you prefer Shaydaya?” As Noelle walked down the steps toward the other female, a slight rumble came from her left.
“Shut your grumbling, Quincy. Ignore him He’s thinking you might hurt me. Shay is good and no, I’m not shy like it might sound.”
Noelle laughed as the small woman hopped up onto the seat of her ride to a standing position, like an agile cat would, before launching herself the ten feet onto the ground in front of her. “I am not gonna say it.”
“You’re thinking how cool it is to be like me. I know, everyone thinks it.” Shay wrapped her up in a friendly hug. “If any of these boys messes with you, let me know, and I’ll piss in their shoes when we shift. They hate that.” Shay leaned back with a wink.
Knowing the others could hear everything that was said, Noelle laughed with her. “I’ll keep that in mind. Don’t any of you wear helmets?”
Ridge walked up to her, carrying a purple helmet with hearts on it. “This is one of Torrance’s. Most of us have hard heads, and a shift will normally heal a wound. We wear helmets if we’re riding our bikes, but out here we just go riding.”
It was another stark example of their differences. She took the helmet, wishing she didn’t have to be the only one wearing one. “Thank you,” she said in an overly bright tone.
Ridge tilted her face up toward him. “I’d say you didn’t have to wear one, but I want you to be protected. We’re gonna have fun, Katjie.”
“Ah, he has a nickname for you. This is it, y’all. Daddy’s got a girlfriend.” Shay jumped back onto her ATV, firing it up with an almost ear-splitting yell.
Noelle couldn’t help but laugh at the antics. “I understand, and I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
“Hey, I’m wearing a helmet. Unlike these fools, I like my head without bumps and shit.”
“That’s Hennessee. He don’t count because he’s been dropped on his head a few times,” Glock called from his ride.
Hennessee revved his own ride then did a spin, kicking up dirt all over a cursing Glock. Both shifters took off down the well ridden trail, with the others following.
“You good?” Ridge asked.
She gave him a thumbs up as she strapped the helmet on her head. “Let’s go have fun.” Already she could hear the others whooping and hollering. She hadn’t realized
