“I’ve never ridden a bike before.”
“Just hold on to me.”
This was going to be a nightmare, and not because Gabriel had never ridden on a bike before. The moment he climbed on behind Chay and wrapped his arms around him, Chay knew he was in trouble. His cock went from semi hard—a state he had been in since getting his first whiff of his mate—to aching, rock-hard.
He could pound diamonds out of sawdust.
“Jeez,” Gabriel whispered as he shuddered against Chay. “What is that smell? It’s…I’ve never smelled anything like it.”
Chay grinned when he felt something long and hard press up against his lower back. Seemed his mate was not immune to him. That was a good thing because the second they had a free moment, he was going to claim Gabriel.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I can be, I guess.”
He pressed on the throttle and revved the engine. With a nod to Dom, he opened the throttle. The bike took off. Chay steered toward the alley behind the motel then drove off in the opposite direction from the police station. He actually needed to head that way to reach home. He’d just take the scenic route.
Chay made sure he kept a close eye on their surroundings as he drove through town. He wasn’t sure exactly who had broken in and attacked his mate, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He could only fight the enemy he could see.
By the time he pulled up in front of his house, he was pretty sure they had lost anyone who might have been trying to follow them. He had wound through town, crisscrossing neighborhoods and business districts as much as possible.
Chay pulled right up to the garage. He hit the garage-open button, waited for the door to rise, then steered inside, moving off to one side so Dom could park his motorcycle inside the garage, as well.
He turned off the engine then pulled his helmet off. “Go ahead and climb off,” he told Gabriel when the man just sat there.
He heard a little grunt, and then Gabriel climbed off. Chay raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at the man. Gabriel’s face flushed. He quickly dropped his eyes and pulled the helmet off, handing it over.
Chay hung his helmet on the handlebar before climbing off the bike. He tucked the spare one in his saddlebags. Years ago, he had gotten in the habit of carrying a spare helmet around in case of emergencies.
This constituted an emergency.
Still, he’d like to get Gabriel fit for his own helmet. A spare one would work on a temporary basis, but if someone was going to ride a motorcycle more than occasionally, they really needed to be fit for one.
After parking his bike and turning it off, Dom stepped over, beer and food in hand. “Let’s chow down, and you can explain to us what in the hell is going on.”
Gabriel grimaced. “I think I just lost my appetite.”
