“I did.”
I had no choice but to follow him to his bike. It was just as pretty in the light of day, but that didn’t mean it didn’t scare me just as much. He took my bags from me and stowed them in his saddlebags once he’d pulled out a leather jacket that looked like it was made for me.
He helped me into it, handed me thick, leather gloves, and then helped me with my helmet. Everything fit perfectly. I’d had the forethought to wear my knee-high boots, but still I was shaking when Austin threw his leg over the bike. “Climb up behind me, Dani. Watch the pipes, they can get hot.”
I craned my neck and asked, “How do I climb on?”
“Put your hand on my shoulder, foot on the peg, and throw your leg over.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
He grinned. “It is, baby. I’ve got the bike steady and I won’t let you fall.”
I licked my lips and did as he instructed. He held the bike, but looped his other hand to my waist when I climbed on to steady me. “You good?”
“No,” I squeaked.
“Arms around my waist, and scoot forward, tight to my back.”
I followed his directions and felt a little more secure. He reached back and tugged on my thigh. “Pussy to my ass, babe.”
“Gross, Austin.” But I did slide further forward feeling even more secure.
“If you want to stop, yell or give me a squeeze, yeah?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He started the bike and pulled gently out of the parking lot. I truly thought I was going to be sick, but once I got the feel of him and the bike, I began to relax. I’d ridden horses as a kid and found that if I moved with him, it was a familiar feel to riding. By the time we pulled off the freeway and onto Naito, I felt like a pro.
Austin pulled to a stop at a stoplight and grinned back at me. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“This is frickin’ fantastic,” I yelled.
He laughed. “Want to keep going?”
I nodded.
“Okay, we’ll go for a little ride, then.”
When the light turned green, he veered down a side street and drove closer to the water. We couldn’t go too far, but it was enough to put on a little speed before he pulled to a stop at a little lookout point. He guided the bike off the road and parked it, lowering the kickstand before turning off the engine. He twisted to smile at me. “You good?”
I nodded. “I think my legs are jelly, but that was amazing.”
“You want to get off for a bit, or back to my place.”
“Your place, I think. I’m a little cold.”
“You got it.”
He started the bike again and I wrapped my arms around him tight as he pulled back onto the road and headed to his condo. He parked the bike, waited for me to climb off, despite my shaky legs, then he did the same and grabbed my things from his saddlebags. He helped me with my helmet and kissed me, the squeak of our leather jackets making me giggle. “I should tell my dad that the chastity belt is no longer necessary, considering leather has about the same effect.”
Austin chuckled as he took my hand and walked me to the elevator bay, where we stepped into a car and rode to the tenth floor. He led me down the hall to a door directly at the end and unlocked it. Pushing it open, he stepped back for me to precede him inside.
I walked in and was assaulted by total, complete, and utter beauty. What Austin had failed to mention was his condo was in an exclusive building with an incredible view of the water. I gravitated toward the large picture windows that spanned his living room.
