The Biker's Rules
“I mean — no!”
I lift a brow and flash a grin that I know drives her insane. Instantly, she looks like she’s debating murder. Definitely thinking about strangling me.
“It’d be way more erotic,” I murmur, voice rougher than planned.
“Huh?” She blinks.
“Choking me in real life,” I say lightly, “beats dreaming about it.”
Her eyes go wide.
“It’s a gift,” I add helpfully. I love teasing her.
“If you date my lame-ass brother, you can be my sister,” Luke pipes up, puppy-eyed and hopeful. “Please. He sucks with women, but he’s a decent human once you get past all his shit.”