He rolls onto his side, his eyebrows pinched. “Did I hurt you?”
“No... well, yes, but in a good way. I’m not used to someone your size.”
He gives me a sly smirk, clearly pleased with my response. “I want to wake up like this every morning.” He leans over and squeezes my boob playfully. “With you naked in my arms.”
I giggle, but pull the blanket up, feeling exposed.
He scoffs and pouts. “I’m obsessed with your body. Leave the blanket down.”
I love how he always puts my mind at ease when I feel uncomfortable or self-conscious.
“Well... since you’re sore, do you have any requests on what you’d like to do before we have to leave... outside of the bedroom?”
A thought comes to mind. “Yes, I do, actually.”
He waits for my answer.
“I’ve always wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle,” I admit shyly. “But I never had the confidence to ask my brother. I understand if you say no,” I’m quick to add. I don’t want to make him feel bad, and I know how much their motorcycles mean to them.
He smiles indecently. “You’re going to look sexy as fuck riding my bike.” There was no hesitation; he obviously trusts me.
“Aren’t you worried I’m going to scratch it?”
“That’s what we have Axle for. He can fix it.” He sits up in bed. “Let’s go. You’re going to love it.”
We get changed. He insists I wear jeans and a jacket for safety.
As we head to the bottom floor, my heart races. We pass the receptionist and step outside to his bike. It’s black with high chrome ape hangers and chrome wheels. I’m giddy as I stand beside it. I’ve wanted to learn how to ride ever since I saw my brother on one.
He helps me ease the helmet over my head and fastens up the strap under my chin. “Are you ready?” he asks coyly.
I nod, though my pulse is rapid. He helps me onto the bike, and I swing my leg over.
“Put the stand up and hold the bike up.”
I swallow down some fake confidence and do as I’m told.
“First, check that the bike’s in neutral by clicking the gear lever all the way down, then half a click up. Then turn it on.” He points to the switch. “Press the button to start it.”
I follow his instructions, and the bike roars to life. I jump. The exhaust is so loud.
“The front brake is on the handlebars, and the rear brake is on the right foot pedal. Next, pull the clutch in—it’s on the left-hand side. Push the gear lever down with your left foot until it clicks. That’s first gear. Slowly let the clutch out while giving it alittlebit of throttle. But once you’re moving, put your feet on the pegs. Go slow.”
The bike moves forward as my grin stretches wide. “I’m doing it!”
He walks beside me as I go. “The safest way to stop is using the back brake. As you come to a stop, pull the clutch in and put your foot on the brake.”
I do it, and the bike comes to a stop.
“You can do a small lap around. Just turn the handlebars when you want to turn.”
I move forward again slowly, elated. I ride around the parking lot and stop when I see a car approaching. Even though I’m going slowly, I’m thrilled I’m doing it. I do three more laps before pulling the bike into its original parking spot. I turn it off, put the stand down, and once the bike balances, I jump off and straight into Twitch’s arms. I laugh as he swings me around in a circle.
“You did great. Did you like it?” he asks enthusiastically.
“I loved it.” I curl my fingers into his leather jacket and look up into those adoring eyes. “Thank you so much. I’ve wanted to learn to ride for so long, and I finally did it.Youdid that.Youmade it happen.”
He pulls me into his chest, his biceps curling around me. “You’re more than welcome. I’m stoked to see you so happy.”
