Dree swung her leg over the back of her motorcycle and scooted forward. She patted the seat behind her curvy bottom in what she probably meant to be a perfunctory manner but was altogether too enticing. She said, “Saddle up, partner.”
Behind Max, Father Booker cleared his throat.
Maxence was not going to survive this.
He faked a casual demeanor and strode over to the motorcycle. He planted his left foot firmly on the ground and swung his right leg over the back of the bike, settling onto the extended seat behind Dree.
His hands found the curve of her waspish waist and settled on her round, womanly hips. The warmth of her skin emanated through the puffy insulation of her ski outfit and filled his palms and fingers even through his gloves.
Max’s fingers wanted to flex his hands and dig his fingertips into her hips just the slightest bit, because the last time he’d been holding her waist and hips from behind like this, she’d been on her hands and knees and he’d been watching his hard cock ram into her. She’d thrown her head back and screamed when she’d come, strands of her short, blond hair clinging to the sweat on the back of her neck. He’d grabbed the back of her neck there, forced her face down to the soft bed, and fucked her harder.
He did not tighten his fingers on her hips.
Refraining was one of the most difficult things he’d ever had to do.
At the touch of his hands on her waist, Dree stilled.
The other guys were struggling to pull their helmets over their heads while sitting on their bikes. The helmets were properly fitted, which meant they were tight.
Dree leaned her head back closer to his, reclining against his chest, and whispered, “Don’t do anything that’s going to make me drive off the side of the road, okay?”
Maxence said, in a voice lower than he had anticipated, “I wouldn’t.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re riding in back instead of me, because I would.” She yanked on her helmet and buckled the chinstrap.
Yeah, he was not going to survive this.
Max shoved his helmet onto his head.
Dree slowly guided the bike back onto the road.
As always, Batsa took point because he was also the navigator, but Dree and Maxence were in the second position with the other three guys surrounding them.
Father Booker, wearing brown leather motorcycle pants and jacket and a sapphire blue helmet, rode on Maxence’s left, a constant reminder of priestly behavior.
Every inch of his body oriented on Dree’s luscious form pressed against him, separated from his exquisitely sensitive skin by her ski suit’s insulation and the half-shredded leather of his motorcycle gear.
After they retrieved the few remaining items from the storage bins on Maxence’s wrecked motorcycle and pushed it over to the side of the road, they proceeded to the town Batsa had identified as their next stop.
The ride to the next town took two hours and forever and was over far too soon.
When they arrived in the small town, Maxence dismounted the motorcycle and surveyed the stone huts as if his dick wasn’t standing at half-mast. His black leather motorcycle pants might strangle his balls if he popped a full erection.
Dree gripped his arm, and it felt like his motorcycle pants had grabbed onto his nuts just a little tighter. She said, “Why didn’t you stay with the motorcycle after you crashed?”
He shrugged. “It was obviously totaled.”
“You should’ve stayed with the bike.”
“Why would I stay with a broken motorcycle? It was going to get cold when night fell, and I couldn’t wait out there for days or a week until a truck came by and I could hitchhike a ride to the next town. So I started walking. I think I had enough gear to survive a night or two. I didn’t think I’d have to walk for more than two days.”
“We turned around as soon as we noticed you were missing. It’s just that you were in the back, the last motorcycle. It was only ten minutes or so before I looked in my rearview mirror and noticed you were gone.”
“It was fine. I was getting myself out of the situation. I calculated how far the next town was and how long it would take me to get there at three and a half miles per hour, which is around my normal walking speed. I figured I would find you guys there.”
“In the next town? But that was forty miles away! Of course, we turned around and came to find you as soon as I noticed you were missing.”
Dree’s mouth dropped open just the slightest amount, and she blinked.
