Alyssa
"Let's ride!" Gray's commanding voice booms through the parking lot, drawing a cheer from the crowd of bikers.
King helps me onto the back of his bike, his hands firm but careful. I slide into place, my arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. His scent—leather with a hint of spice—wraps around me, and I bite my lip against the heat stirring deep in my core.
Engines roar to life around us, the sound vibrating through my chest and sending goosebumps racing over my skin. As we take off behind Dave, Gray, and Niko, the others fall into formation, a unified force rumbling through the streets.
We take a scenic route out of town, and I'm momentarily mesmerized by the blur of rich autumn colors. The crisp autumn air fills my lungs, and for a fleeting moment, I allow myself to b
