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shower, man. We don’t have a lot of time.”
    West sounded nervous, too. He laughed to himself. Two grown bikers nervous about taking a lady on a date. Cole and the others would crack a nut laughing at them. He jumped in the shower and out again in record time. He hadn’t even dried off before West was in the shower cussing the cooler water.
    They were both dressed and ready by six forty. It gave them a few minutes to relax, as if they would. Kyle looked over at where West was pacing. The only reason he wasn’t, too, was because the room wasn’t big enough for both of them to do it. He realized he was tapping his knee instead. He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets.
    “Man, we need a drink,” Kyle said.
    “No way I’m drinking with her on the back.” West looked appalled.
    “I wasn’t suggesting we get one, only that we needed one to calm us down. I’ve never been this antsy before about taking a woman out. What in the hell is wrong with us?”
    “She’s important. She’s not just some chick we’re going to screw, and then move on to the next town.”
    Leave it to West to nail it. Kyle sighed and checked his watch again. Five minutes. Fuck it. They could go and be a little early. She might invite them in to wait on her.
    “Let’s go. I’m tired of waiting around.”
    “Hell yeah.” West opened the door and was on his bike before Kyle even got out the door.
    They pulled up outside Brandy’s house with two minutes on the clock. They dismounted and climbed the steps to the front porch. Kyle knocked, and they waited. He worried there for a minute that she wasn’t home. Then the door opened with the chain on it. She gave them a tentative smile and closed the door. He heard the chain scrape, and then she opened the door enough to walk through it.
    She had on a pair of jeans that fit her perfectly. They weren’t skintight, nor were they loose. She wore a waist-length blouse of navy blue, with a ruffled neckline, and ruffles that flowed down her arms. He thought she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.
    West smiled at her, then leaned in and unfastened her hair. Kyle cringed inside. What would she do?
    “Sorry, but you can’t wear a ponytail with a helmet,” he said.
    “Oh, I didn’t think of that. Sorry.” She bit her bottom lip.
    Kyle’s dick went from hard as a rock to man of steel in less than a second.
    “You look great,” Kyle finally managed to get out. “Are you ready?”
    “Let me lock the door.” She pulled out a single key from her jeans and locked up before slipping it back into her pocket.
    “You’re riding there with me,” West told her, and held out his hand.
    She hesitated for a split second, then nodded and took his hand. He led her to his bike.
    “Have you ever ridden a bike before?”
    “No.”
    West explained where to put her feet and how to climb on. He put her helmet on her and fastened the chin strap. Then he got on and cranked it before looking back at her and nodded for her to climb up. She walked closer and put her hands on his shoulder as she climbed on back. Then she lightly held on to his hips.
    Kyle walked over and took her hands and wrapped them around West’s waist.
    “You need to hold on, because you could easily fall off. Starts and stops can be dangerous if you’re not holding on tight. You won’t hurt him.”
    “Okay.” Her eyes were as round as saucers.
    Kyle climbed on and cranked his bike. They pulled out and rode toward the highway. He wondered what it felt like to have her plastered to his back like she was against West right then. He’d get his turn on the way back. Right then, he needed to concentrate on riding, and not daydreaming about breasts pressing against his back.

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    Brandy was terrified at first, but as they rode, she loosened up some and enjoyed the ride. West didn’t speed or weave in and out on the road. She had to admit that having her hands wrapped around his waist like she did was exciting. She could feel