Egg Me On (Front Range Motorcycle Collective #1)

by Ezra Dao

Cash was a fucking social media model.

“Maybe he would have sat next to you if you hadn’t been glaring at him like you wanted to murder him,” Liv whispered, elbowing me.

😂🥰🤭

Why was he so damn cute? And why the fuck did it make me want to cuddle him… while also fucking him. Cuddlefuck him?

Adorbs 🥰

“So Cash is coming, great!” Marcus said, drawing a laugh from the group.

🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

"You're the only one I'd ride with, okay? The only one I trust," he said quietly, his gaze steady on mine. "You don't have to be angry.”

"But for what it's worth? I know he’s yours. I see the way you look at him, and he looks at you the same way. Well, the same way, but a lot less cranky. It’s kind of cute, how he’s all cheerful and chipper and just rolls with your grumpy scowls."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m serious. Thank you, Cash. For taking care of me.”

The words get stuck sometimes, especially when I'm nervous or anxious. Especially when it matters. And you matter more than anyone. I never wanted to hurt you, I just need to find a way to say how I feel. And I’m scared I can’t give you what you need.

“I love you, Aiden. So much. Everything about being with you changes my life for the better. And I want to marry you, if you’ll have me.”