Forfeit (Cost of Desperation Book 3) by Eva Dresden

Author:Eva Dresden [Dresden, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-12T18:30:00+00:00

“I won’t let you fall.”

Max’s voice whipped around her face as the wind lashed a crazed strand of her hair that had worked its way free of the helmet around her head. He didn’t wear one, which terrified her more than the rumbling beast between her thighs or the scenery flying past them on either side.

Maybe she was holding onto his waist too tight, but she couldn’t help it.

“Come on, honey. You’re safe,” he shouted over the air screaming through her ears.

Scaring her half to death, he took one hand from the handles. Max curled his fingers around her thigh. Squeezing it in what she supposed was meant to be a comforting grip, he left it there as a heavy promise of more.

Devin took a shaky breath, releasing his waist in small increments. When she didn’t tumble over the side, she grew a little braver. Moving one hand away, she raised her hand into the raging gusts.

Her breath caught as the slipstream caught her fingers, lifting them straight up with the force of it as Max sped through the curve at what had to be a dangerous speed. The lack of oxygen must have made her delirious because Devin found her other hand leaving him. Trusting his strong grip and confidence for the briefest of moments, her arms found their way into the air. Head tipping back, she looked at the wide-open blue sky and found a laugh on her lips.

She was flying. There were no other words for it as the wind lashed her into senseless delirium, feeling freedom in a way she couldn’t comprehend while tethered to the back of a speeding motorcycle through fields of golden wheat and pastures of lowing cows.

Max laughed along with her, delighting in her squeal of dismay and the way her hands snatched at the back of his jacket when he changed gears and the bike roared. Following the winding road, he kept to heart rending speeds for most of it, finally slowing as they travelled through a series of switchbacks.

“Do you like barbeque,” Max asked over his shoulder, giving her thigh another squeeze.

“Yes,” Devin shouted back, sliding her palms over the warm leather of his coat to his shoulders before easing them out to the sides again. She kept them out as the bike tilted through another turn, zooming through the air like a plane.

It wasn’t long before the question had a location. The rundown shack sported dozens of picnic tables decorated with plastic tablecloths of red and white checks. Each was lorded over by condiments and huge stacks of napkins weighted down by paper covered rocks. Strings of white Christmas lights illuminated the space.

Disembarking the bike was challenging enough for her that Max twisted around to lift her straight up and over, keeping her close to the pinging engine as he hauled his long leg over the large motorcycle. Feeling more than a little wobbly, she was happy to hold onto his arm while she waited as she eyed the multitude of cars and other bikes with dismay.

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