Mack puts up with Brad’s flirtatious banter because he doesn’t think there’s anything serious about it. But when Brad goads him into a race, Mack takes the opportunity to find out just how far the younger biker will go when they’re finally alone.

Joy Ride

That grin again, half-hidden by those long,


blonde waves. With a flick of his head, Brad shook the hair from


his face and stepped around the bike behind Mack. “Can I get on


it?” Before Mack could answer, he pressed his face into the leather


seat, still warm from the ride, and drew in a deep breath. “It


“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”


Mack asked, turning around. As he stepped away from the motorcycle,


Brad swung his leg over and pulled himself into the seat. “Hey, get


Wickedly, Brad dared him, “Come get me


Mack shook his head, bemused. Even out here


by themselves, Brad kept up the flirty banter, but the longer he


stalled, the more Mack began to suspect that there wasn’t anything


to it. Just a young cocktease, that’s all, who got hard on the game


but never scored. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, kid,”


Mack cautioned. “Show’s over. Get off.”


Brad’s hands froze on the handlebars where


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