The heat of Dom’s body behind Seth was both exciting and unnerving. Seth couldn’t believe the outburst at the gym. Dom had actually knocked out Ryder. Sure, Ryder attacked Dom as well, but the whole mess wouldn’t have happened in the first place if it weren’t for Dom following him. So fucking typical. Seth was sure that the moment they got off the motorcycle, Dom would blame him for all of this. As if Seth didn’t have the right to any privacy.

Blood was rushing through Seth’s veins at a rapid pace, quicker than the motorcycle wheels could ever spin, and the grip around his body was burning him through the clothes. They were finished in this town. Lying low. Fuck. Dom could just never keep his crazy jealousy in check.