Chapter 3

Liam’s POV.

Logan’s growl still vibrated through my back when his hands moved fast and rough.

One second I was catching my breath on the stopped bike, the next he was shoving me forward hard, bending me over the leather seat until my chest slammed down against it.

The warm metal and seat pressed into me, digging into my ribs through the jacket while my ass stuck up high and exposed right there in the middle of the clearing with the trees all around us.

I froze solid, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs, my mouth dry as panic and this...