Seventy-two hours, that’s about how long I’ve been gone with Tripp. Seventy-two hours that my body has been in overdrive, a constant hum of yearning in my core. Heading to God knows where adds to the adrenaline coursing through me. I’m hyper aware of everything around me because we don’t know the situation back home.

Pulling into the next gas station, I climb off.

“You want anything from the store? I gotta use the restroom.” I say, pulling off my helmet and looking at Tripp.

He’s in his usual jeans, t-shirt, boots, and cut. He has his hair in a man bun knot thing that lies under the half shell of his helmet. And his face is in his usual serious mode.

“Nah, I’ll get it myself when I pay for the gas. Wait for me inside.”

He goes over to talk to Rex as Sass approaches me.

“You got it bad girl.” She says laughing at me.

“Got what?” I try for nonchalance as we make our way inside the gas station.

“You know what! You also know your dad will have his balls. Stop holding on to him so much, it’s not like you on a ride. More than that it’s borrowing trouble. You’re getting yourself all worked up for something neither of you can have.”

“This coming from the bitch that slept with Tank. Pot calling the kettle, much?” I’m unable to stop the sarcasm from continuing to spew out of my mouth. “It’s all good for you to fuck a Haywood’s Landing Hellion where we live, but I can’t tap a chartered brother?”

“Damn, you need to get laid. Bitchy much?” She pulls her arm around my shoulder, half dragging me into the bathroom door. “I’m talking from experience. This isn’t something you or Tripp want to deal with.”

“I’m sorry, Sass. You’re right. It’s borrowing trouble to even imagine one night with Tripp.”

The more I think about it, the more my irritation grows. Hell, I don’t even know his real name. He’s shown no interest in me. Why am I still hung up on hooking up with him? He’s hot as hell, but there are plenty of hot guys who could get me off without the repercussions that will come with hooking up with Tripp. How am I going to get through days and weeks of being so close to him but not having him? I don’t want forever, my dad would never allow that, but I damn sure want one night.

Finishing up, Sass and I silently head back to the bikes. The tension and frustration is building inside of me. I’m putting on my helmet, when Tripp approaches looking pissed the fuck off.

“What part of wait for me inside did you not fucking understand?” Tripp states, pulling my hands away and adjusting my chin strap his way.

“Huh?”

“I fucking told you to wait for me inside. Damn it, Doll. We’re not in Hellions territory anymore. You need to be aware. Out here anyone could come along and grab you. Inside the store, where there are witnesses, stuff is less likely to happen. Fuck.”