Blaze:
Kat drove like a woman possessed.
Leaning low over the bars, her eyes locked on the dark road ahead, every twist of her wrist a declaration of freedom. I didn’t even know where she’d learned to ride like that, but holy hell—watching her tear through the woods with smoke and sirens in the rearview?
Sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen.
I held on tight, arms around her waist, the wind whipping through my hair as the roar of the engine swallowed up everything else. She wasn’t just riding—she was flying. And I was right there with her, every inch of me wired with adrenaline, with pride, with something deeper I didn’t even want to name.
We skidded into the parking lot of the Savage Saviors’ clubhouse in a screech of rubber and grit, her boots hitting the pavement before the bike even se
