We took a left turn, and the way the bike leaned, I really thought we would skid out and crash. The terrible thing was, we probably hadn’t even taken that sharp of a turn. We’d done a normal left turn at a traffic light, not tried to slither our way into an alley in a high-speed chase.
I closed my eyes and kept my arms tight around Brock’s waist. At least he had a magnificent core that was flexed to keep himself stable. I could feel the individual abdominal blocks on his stomach and the rivets. I hoped I wasn’t choking him, but honestly, I figured Brock would sooner pull over and tell me to stop squeezing so hard.
I opened my eyes briefly to look over his shoulder. We were approaching the freeway. However fast we were going now, we were about to double it.
God, fuck, why, why, why!
My entire life hung in the hands of Brock Noelle’s ability to command a bike.
And…
You know what?
There were definitely worse things to put my faith in.
We sped up the ramp and merged onto the highway. The scariest part about this wasn’t that we were going so fast; it was that I felt so naked. In the awful event that I hit someone on the freeway, for example, I would have my seat belt on, but I’d also have a frame of a car and an airbag to protect me. If I wanted to reach out and touch something outside the car, I’d have to roll down my window, and even then, it may not have been enough.
I was totally exposed here. My seat belt was Brock’s body. My air bag didn’t exist. My car windows and my car doors were absent. The street wasn’t hidden beneath the floor of the car; I probably could have reached down and touched it with my feet. If a car came and bumped us, we were dead.
It was terrifying.
But…
Then the traffic dispersed. What had been a crowded section of the highway through downtown Albuquerque had become a quiet part of town before it went into the rural area. Soon, we were the only ones on our side of the highway, with no one in front of us for the foreseeable distance.
And for the first time on the bike ride, I relaxed. Well, OK, I didn’t relax like I was getting a massage, but I was no longer afraid I would die. I could ease up a little. I could smile.
I could enjoy this.
“Nice!” I shouted.
There was no way that Brock, even as close as he was, could have heard me. The wind blasting in our faces was so great I didn’t even want to open my mouth again. But boy, that didn’t change how I felt.
Suddenly, putting my life in Brock’s hands was powerful and intoxicating. Riding naked—metaphorically—on the highway was erotic. The rush of the wind blowing by me wasn’t scary; it was exhilarating.
And if I could say so myself, now that I wasn’t so scared, now that I was letting my body feel emotions other than paralyzing fear…that bike was making me feel good.
Like, really good.
Like, the good of the privacy of a locked bedroom with a handsome man.
I tried not to let it affect me. I didn’t want to admit to Brock that a bike ride along had brought me to climax. Even just thinking those words—orgasm, climax, arousal—felt ridiculous. I wasn’t a prude, but was a bike ride supposed to get me off that easily?
But the harder I fought it, the stronger the tension became. The easiest thing to do would have been to let it happen, but then I’d have to explain to Brock that whole story. The hardest thing…
Oh, fuck, I couldn’t think straight.
And the focus of my arousal wasn’t on the bike. It was on the man controlling it.
I’d gone from daring to ride on his bike and more or less shutting my brain off so I could meet up with him to lustfully needing him. If I didn’t fear that I’d put my life at risk by reaching down his pants, I probably would have. I needed him.
I was so close to getting off when Brock finally slowed the bike down, coming into Santa Maria, and then taking a left turn to his complex. The tension slowly faded, but that didn’t mean I felt disappointed. It just meant that it was built up that much more for him.
When we got to his gated complex and the bike came to a halt as the gate opened, I couldn’t help myself. I ran my hands up and down his sculpted chest and abs. If he didn’t get the hint, then that would have almost been a good thing. It would have given me a chance to jump this man’s bones in surprise.
He reached back and squeeze my knee, but as soon as the gate opened back up, he brought his hand back to the handlebars and drove inside. He led me to his parking spot, shut the bike off, and waited for me to get off. I was just waiting… waiting… waiting for the right moment.
First, I unbuckled my helmet, my hands shaking again for a very different reason. Brock took it, put it in the seat, and then did the same with his own. He looked so fucking hot standing there. He’d carried my life from the boring safety of my parents’ home to his place, and he would be well rewarded for that.
