“I’m not usually a bottom, but I could get used to this,” Gage quips, and I pause. Does he mean what I think he means?
Alessa’s laugh filters through again; they kick their kickstands up and pull away from the group.
“Hold on,” Gage instructs, and I tighten my arms around his waist. I might look weird as fuck snuggled up to another guy on the back of his bike, but I don’t feel it. I don’t know him well, and he is undoubtedly off his rocker, but I feel safe with him, as weird as that is. But it also makes me want to examine some things I’m not ready to examine yet, like how I like my body pressed against his or how his hips are lodged between my legs.
We do several laps around the airstrip, and I feel myself getting lost in the ride. All too soon, we are pulling up to the group again and climbing off the bike. Gage pulls his helmet off with a weird look on his face before shaking his head like he’s shaking away a thought. What the hell is that?
Alessa pulls away from us on her bike and pulls up beside the Lambo Alexey is leaning against. She pulls her face mask up and sayssomething to the passenger, who I assume is Dmitri, and I could have sworn she asked how much they trusted her. She slams her mask down, and they ride side by side until they are away from the crowd. Alessa keeps riding ahead, and I frown. What is she doing? She drives about twenty feet in front of his car before I see her headlight swing around to face him.
“You think the race was hot? Watch this shit.” Gage bumps my shoulder while pointing at Alessa. She starts moving forward before putting one knee in the seat and hooking her other foot behind her into a foothold I just noticed before pulling it up on the back wheel, riding a wheelie forward straight toward Alexey’s car. She drops it right in front of the car, and I can imagine he is shitting his pants right about now.
“Damn,” I mutter because he isn’t wrong. It is hot as fuck.
She does several more wheelie tricks, and the crowd is eating it up. But I don’t think she did it for that. She just seems to love the bike, and I didn’t even know she rode. Did I know Alessa, as I thought?
She takes off in the opposite direction before spinning the bike around, flying back towards Alexey’s car. Gage pulls me around until we can see the front of the car. She stops suddenly, putting the bike up on the front tire, stopping just when the tire kisses the front bumper. When the back tire drops, Alexey jumps from the car.
“What the fuck?!” he exclaims, running to the front of the car. She pulls her helmet off, grinning from ear to ear. He slides his hand between his bumper and her bike tire. It barely fits, and that’s when I see how close she came to it.
“You look a little pale, Alexey,” Alessa purrs, and he jerks his head up from staring at his car.
“Fuck you,” he laughs. “I thought you were done for.”
“What a shame,” she tsks. “No faith.”
Dmitri calmly steps out. “You didn’t see that from the inside. This dude pissed himself.”
“Fuck you too,” Alexey says, flipping Dmitri the bird.
Alessa hollers her goodbyes to them and rides the bike back to us. “Done?” she asks, and Gage nods. “Let’s go. Dex, we’ll see you back at the house.”
My heart sinks again; they are all going to ride off and leave me with Dex.
Gage thrusts the helmet back into my hands. “Want to ride some more?”
“Really?” Does he want to carry me around when he can ride freely with her?
“Yeah,” he replies, throwing his leg over his bike and firing it up. “We know this awesome place.”
No way I’m saying no. I put my helmet on and swing my leg over, wrapping my arms around him.
Who knows what the night will bring now?
Chapter 11
Gage
Ihave never had a guy on the back of my bike but riding through Los Angeles’s back roads, staring at Les’ ass perched up in front of us with Leo felt right, which complicated an already complicated situation. Ryder is going to be a lot harder to convince than I thought. Dex doesn’t seem to care that we both kissed her. We just have to pop his anti-touch bubble. Holden is another matter, but I see how he looks at her, and I’m sure something happened on their little date today. Leo may take some convincing, but I have an idea of how and think it will push Alessa to accept this idea. Before we left for The Games, she seemed to have something on her mind, and she was looking at me differently. Like she’s finally noticing me after all this time. So maybe it won’t be so hard to convince her after all.
I wasn’t lying when I said I have wanted her for years and wasn’t just running game on her like she thinks I am. I was lying back and biding my time. So, when all this went down with Leo, I knew I had found my opening, and I’ll be damned if I sit back anymore. I had already convinced myself she would never want me until she kissed me back in her office. I don’t know what came over me when I initiated that kiss, but I’m glad I did.
I know she feels the spark between us. Fuck that. It isn’t a spark; it’s a fucking inferno. If Gina hadn’t interrupted, I would have hadher right there. But I need her mind to accept what her body already knows; she wants us all. I’m going to help her figure out how to get it.
I don’t just want sex with her, either. My dad hated my ADHD because it drove my brain in forty different directions, and I couldn’t control it. Les not only accepts it, but she also understands it. What she doesn’t know is that when I am around her, it quiets the constant flow and lets me just fucking breathe.
Leo tightens his arms around my waist, going around a curve, pulling me from my thoughts. That’s another confusing thing, the way he just leans into me with no questions. We practically kidnapped him, and he feels at complete ease leaning onto my back, taking curves faster than I should with a passenger. I don’t like that he isn’t protected with leathers like Les and me, so we ride a lot slower than we usually would. I’ll look into getting him some.
What?I shake that thought from my head, one step at a time.
