The door opened, Garrett grabbed my hand, and he led me outside.
“Where’s—”
“On the bus,” he said. “And luckily for you, my bike is parked away from it.”
“Why luckily?”
Still walking, he looked at me like I was an idiot.
“You want to hear your brother with her?”
No, I did not.
“Now come on.”
We got to his bike. Though we’d each had our fair share of alcohol, neither of us were near the stumbling-drunk stage. I could feel myself wobble a little, but not an extraordinary amount. Garrett, for his part, just seemed more audacious, not more of a hot mess.
It wouldn’t be my first time on a bike. In fact, it wouldn’t even be my first time on a bike tonight, for I had ridden Mason’s over. But it would be my first time on a bike of a guy that I was about to hook up with.
And that little fact was enough to make the vibrations of the engine, in conjunction with how wet and aroused I already was, just reach a whole new level of desire.
Garrett sped the whole damn way, certainly far faster and with a little less control than Mason did. I wasn’t worried, though, for that was more a testament to my brother’s caution with me on the bike than anything else. There was no point on the bike ride where I worried that Garrett might crash or spin out.
When we pulled up to the house, though, I gulped.
“Mason still lives with you, doesn’t he?”
Garrett bowed his head and snickered to himself.
“I got a beautiful broad on the back of my bike, I guess it’s just force of habit. Guide me to your place?”
I was more than happy to do that, especially with the compliment. The drive out was a bit longer, and I squeezed on Garrett to slow down, but that was fine. I’d rather drive out to Arizona for the privacy than take a short drive but know my brother would stumble across both of us.
Garrett parked his bike in the spot right next to my car, which, though technically someone else’s spot, was something I had never seen used in all my time at the apartment. He waited for me to get off before dismounting. I went ahead of him and unlocked the apartment.
“What, you’re gonna make me come to you?” he said. “Christ, this is so not how I am—”
I shushed him, putting a finger to his lips, and locked the door behind me.
And as soon as I did, I reached up, kissed him, and was stumbling to the bedroom with him in a matter of seconds.
* * *
The Next Morning
I hadn’t felt that good in the morning in so long.
I hadn’t even had the chance to drink any water when I got back to my place. Garrett and I had just stumbled to the room and had some of the most primal, wild sex I had ever, and I mean literally ever, had in my life. I was sure that the taboo element had something to do with it, but I didn’t care why as much as I did that it had happened, period.
Whatever hangover there should have been was erased by the fact that my whole body had a warm, soft glow to it.
When I woke up, no surprise, I was naked. I hadn’t forgotten any part of the night before; although sober, I was in a bit of disbelief that I’d willingly go home with Garrett that easily. I was attracted to him, sure, but my brother’s presence made one-night stands so rare. He had a way of scaring off the would-be players.
But as Garrett had shown, perhaps a little too easily, he was not afraid of my brother. Not in the fucking slightest.
He was lying naked in the bed, his back turned to me. I was tempted to poke him awake for some more great sex, but I also knew that I couldn’t push my luck too much. At some point, either he’d have to go back to the clubhouse, or Mason would start asking questions. And the sooner Garrett could head back, the better.
Instead, I got out of bed and started to put my panties on. Like magic, though, the sound of clothes coming on woke up Garrett.
