“No, the other one.”
“Lucas?” Niko asked, resting his ass on the seat. “Yeah, that dude’s got a pretty small ass if you ask me. Not sure how he takes all of Caden, but I’m pretty sure the guy isn’t human.”
Reid chuckled.
“Why do you say that?”
“He turned a straight man gay, he used to live in a barn, he survived a fire, and then… let’s just say he has a special relationship with reptiles.”
Okay, that last point was kind of odd.
“Fine,” Reid huffed, placing his hands on Niko’s shoulders as he hoisted himself onto the back of his bike. He felt the bike lower as he plopped his ass onto the seat.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding about having a fat ass,” Niko noted, glancing over his shoulder at Reid. “Ow!” Niko gasped, no doubt caught off guard when Reid punched him in his ribs.
“It’s called a beefy butt. It’s what happens when you got muscles and know how to do a squat.”
Now it was Niko’s turn to chuckle. He started his bike and checked his mirrors.
“Still a big ass,” Niko noted. “Hold on tight.”
Reid wrapped his arms around Niko’s muscular frame and wondered how many other women had sat in this very same position. How many others had felt his thick, powerful thighs pressed between their wide-open legs?
The next thing Reid knew, they were backing down the driveway, then flooring it down the road.
Speeding ahead with nothing but the air pressed against his face felt fucking exhilarating and freeing. He finally understood why bikers loved riding the open road.
It was just you and the bike, surging past cars and trucks, not slowing down for anyone or anything. Nothing could stop them.
Reid never felt so alive.
Tightening his arms around Niko’s midsection, the cocky bastard accelerated, causing Reid to jerk back and grab onto Niko even tighter.
Bastard.
It was like Niko was trying to show off and impress him with his wild lifestyle and love of danger.
Reid had to admit, this supermacho biker look had his dick incredibly hard.
Weaving in and out of traffic, Niko maneuvered the bike with precision and ease, expertly missing every vehicle like they were nothing more than specks of dust to be avoided.
Did every ride feel this… amazing?
Turning off the main road, Niko headed toward a large compound-like facility.
“We’re here,” Niko said, pulling into a spot and killing the engine.
Reid read the large sign written in black and red paint:
Unkle John’s Axe Throw’n Spot
“Should I be concerned that the owners can’t spell?” Reid asked, throwing his leg over the bike and shaking off the motor ass currently zinging his butt.
“You don’t need to spell to buy an axe and throw it,” Niko answered, giving him a wink as he got off his bike.
“No, I guess not. But you do need to spell to set up safety and warning signs like ‘Watch out for flying axe!’ or ‘Look both ways before walking anywhere!’ Those kinds of signs just seem kind of important.”
Judging by the soft chuckle, Niko didn’t seem to be concerned.
