Egg Me On (Front Range Motorcycle Collective #1)

by Ezra Dao

Fifteen minutes. I could manage fifteen minutes without losing my mind over some pretty boy with a food truck and an intuitive grasp of motorcycle physics. I'd dealt with worse. Probably. I wasn’t even attracted to men.

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

"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."