Both men walk toward me. I glance quickly at the blond and as he removes his sunglasses, his eyes immediately lower down to my breasts. The other guy though casually tucks an arm of his glasses into the neckline of his t-shirt and holds my gaze as they walk closer.
“Flat tire?” the blond asks and when I look back at him, his face holds a friendly smile.
“Flat as they come,” I quip and flash him my pearly whites.
“Good thing we stopped to rescue you then,” the blond replies, flashing me his own grill.
Pushing away from the fender, I turn to walk to the back of the Jeep, knowing both men have their gazes pinned to my ass as they walk behind me. “It’s the back right tire.”
I abruptly stop at the back corner of my Jeep where I point down at the flat, only to have a solid male body connect with mine. Large hands come to my hips and I hear a deep, rich rumble. “Whoa, Goldie… give a man some warning before you stop your trajectory.”
I know, without looking, that this is the dark-haired biker, because his voice rolls deeper than the blond’s does. The sound of his sexy voice coats over my skin like a velvet blanket and his hands are warm as they grip me surely just below my waist. With a slight pushing motion, he moves me to the side and steps past me, releasing his hold so he can squat down beside my tire.
Reaching a hand out, he touches a finger in between the treads and gives a slight tap. “You picked up a nail.”
I squat down beside him to take a look, not because I really care, but because I want to get a little closer to him. My knee bumps his as I tilt my head to the side to look. “What does that mean?”
Both of our gazes lift up and connect… his light blue eyes latching on to my cornflower ones. God, this man is pretty with his hard jawline and just about the most perfect set of lips I’ve ever seen on the male species. The goatee is what sets that face apart though, giving him a sexy, rough look.
“What that means,” he says with a smile as he stands up and holds a hand out to me. I place mine in his and he helps me rise from my squat position, “Is that we need to put your spare tire on. You can then get the nail pulled and the hole plugged as an easy fix.”
The blond-haired guy opens the back of my Jeep, pops open a little compartment on the side wall that I hadn’t noticed before, and pulls out a lug wrench and a jack. I watch him as he closes the tailgate and proceeds to work on getting my flat tire off.
When I turn my attention back to the man who is still holding my hand in his, I give him my prettiest smile and briefly pull my bottom lip in between my teeth while I look at him coyly. When I let it pop free, a move that I know makes men think certain things about my lips and mouth, I say, “Well… it’s my lucky day to have had two hot men stop to help me.”
The blond gives a bark of a laugh as he pulls the tire free, and the dark-haired guy’s hand tightens on mine. “I think we’re the lucky ones,” he says with a wink, and then takes a step in closer to my body.
Because he’s so much taller than I am, I have to crane my neck to look up at him. He stares right back down at me with a hint of challenge in his eyes. Then he surprises the shit out of me when his free hand comes back to my hip where he smoothes it along the denim down to the frayed edges. With just his fingertips fingering the fluff around the cut hem, he murmurs, “I mean… what’s a guy to do… seeing a sexy woman like you standing here on the side of the road just waiting to give a man a heart attack in these little shorts.”
His words are low and seductive, yet still loud enough that his friend heard him because he snorts loudly as he starts to work the jack underneath the Jeep. My eyes slide down to look at the blond as he squats, and I see a knowing grin on his lips.
“Eyes back here, Goldie,” the dark-haired man says and just to make sure he has my attention, he tugs on the hem of my shorts just enough to pull me in a bit closer to him.
My eyes slowly lift up… taking in his muscled and tattooed arm… the strong hand holding onto mine just at his stomach. Right up that massive wall of a chest, over the swirling tattoo design coming up out of the collar of his t-shirt and right back to that beautiful face.
I sigh inwardly because this man here… standing intimately close to me and exuding all kinds of male dominance and alpha tendencies, is exactly the type of man that is dangerous to me. He’s the type of man that I couldn’t control, which makes him immensely appealing to my inner psyche… that most secret part of me that is tired of being the one calling the shots all the time. Of course, the reason I have to call the shots is so I don’t get hurt, but that’s something that would take a few psychologists to get untwisted in my brain.
Oh, this hot biker man.
The things we could do to each other. I can feel it… the vibe of attraction between the two of us pulsing almost tangibly in the air. I wonder what it would feel like to be with someone like him. A common man that exudes raw sexuality from his entire being. I bet he’s the type that has to possess a woman… make her a slave to his whims, and just the thought of doing as he commands causes a naughty shiver to snake up my spine.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asks in that sexy, rough voice.
Tonight? What am I doing?
I blink hard and my mind races to figure out the immediate future. But then it all comes crashing down on me. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing… whatever it is, it can’t be with him.
Definitely not with someone like him… all tall, dark, and so completely far out of my comfort zone that I would be crazy to entertain even the notion of hooking up with this guy. He doesn’t look like someone that could be so easily discardable.