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 ...