Beauty and the Bad Boy by Scarlett Dupree

Author:Scarlett Dupree [Dupree, Scarlett]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: First Flush Publishing
Published: 2013-06-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Jake

I walked up behind Dakota and wrapped an arm around her tiny waist. With my other hand, I swept the thick, dark curtain of her hair aside and pressed a kiss to her neck, at the crook of her shoulder. I took a deep breath and savored the smell of her. "You about ready, Beauty?"

She settled into my embrace for a second, reaching up and running her fingers through my hair. Then she zipped shut her backpack. "Yep. You want me to call Tiffany and find out if we're good to go?"

"Nah. I'll call Dixon."

We were heading south. Dixon and I had to meet a contact in Winterhaven–which should be as low risk as our shit got these days–and Dakota was giving a lecture or something at a conference in San Diego during her spring break. So we'd decided to combine the two, bring Tiffany, and make a vacation out of it.

Dakota had convinced me to stop in Riverside so she could meet my daughter. That made me nervous, but she was right. I couldn't very well commit to her without her meeting my daughter.

Dakota had booked us into adjoining rooms at the conference hotel, on the beach. We were riding down; we'd rent a car to see Ellie. We'd be gone five days. With two days riding, round trip, and a day for our various jobs, we should have a day or two to relax, if all went well.

It would be fucking nice if all went well for once.

The ride down went smoothly and was a blast. We'd started early and we'd made good time, stopping only once, for gas and a fast-food lunch, so we could hit San Diego before dark.

I loved riding the shovelhead with Dakota. It was a great bike, with a sweet ride. Even though she'd given it to me as a gift, I thought of it as our bike, and I never rode it without her. The seat was such that we sat at about the same level, while Dakota sat up higher on my Dyna, and I loved the feeling of sheltering her completely behind me. I loved it a lot, actually. It took real effort to stay focused on the road when I could feel her thighs along mine, her chest against my back, and her arms around my waist.

I was impressed that Dakota and Tiffany had each packed with only one backpack. One of the many benefits of loving a low-maintenance girl. Everything the four of us needed for the week fit in our saddlebags, even with the stuff Dakota needed to bring for work. Then again, I knew for a fact some of her clothes weren't taking up much space. Her bathing suit, for example. I was really hoping there'd be a chance for her to wear that tiny thing.

It was late March. The weather we'd left behind in Shadowbeach was overcast and chilly, but five-hundred miles south it was clear and unseasonably warm, especially in the late afternoon, when we arrived at the hotel.

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