Alessa’s voice filters through the helmet, low at first, and then I realize she’s singing. I listen closer, and she’s singingSure Thingby Miguel, one of her favorite songs, no matter how old it is. She starts singing louder and way off-key, but it’s the cutest thing. I hear Leo chuckle quietly, and we just listen to her soft voice.
Yeah, even when the sky comes fallin’
Even when the sun don’t shine
I got faith in you and I
Just put your pretty little hand in mine
Even when we’re down to the wire, babe, even when it’s do or die.
We can do it, baby, simple and plain
Cause this love is a sure thing
She listens to this song all the time, but I can’t help to think it has more meaning right now. Is she talking about Leo? Me? Us?
I join her on the next chorus, her music filtering through the helmets, and she laughs when the song ends.
“That was beautiful,” she says.
“You’re beautiful, Pretty girl.”
I feel Leo tense up behind me and choose to ignore it. Once he sees what this has to offer, he’ll be game. I just have to convince himof it. Which I plan to do when we get to mine and Les’ secret hideout.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Gage Lawson,” she purrs, and I swear my dick jumps.
“What about my passenger?” I ask, hoping to break the ice by including him.
“Hm,” she hums. “He’s pretty cute, too. Killer abs.” She goes quiet. “Big dick,” she mutters, and I lose it. I hear Leo laugh, too, and almost whoop with joy.
“You know you’re gorgeous, Baby,” Leo says.Fuck. Yes.My ideas aren’t always crazy; this might work.
“Keep talking. I’m getting all hot under these leathers,” she replies, keeping the game going.
“Fuck,” Leo whispers, and I grin.
“What else do you have going on under those leathers, Pretty girl?” I ask, following her turn signal to the right, down the last road before our hideaway.
“I’ll give you three guesses to guess the color.”
“And if we get it right?” Leo asks, and I want to high-five him.
“You can see for yourself,” she breathes, and I realize this is turning her on, talking dirty to both of us. Is she about to make this decision for herself? I’m fucking game.
“You had that baby blue on the other night that looked hot as fuck against your skin, so not that one,” Leo says, then shifts on the seat behind me. Les and I aren’t the only ones getting off on this.
She chuckles, and it’s a low husky sound.
“You were fire tonight, so red,” I throw out there because I know Les has plenty of matching sets of panties and bras. Don’t ask me how I know.
“Nope. That’s one.”
“Yellow,” Leo guesses.
“Nope. That’s two. Come on, boys,” she says.
“What about a hint?” I beg.
