Her arms — the size of my fucking skull — strained the arm bands of her beige tshirt. My eyes traveled across the fabric to her broad chest, her pecks pulling at the cotton tee as she looked up at me. Her neck veins popped out from the skin, ropes decorating the handle of her sword tattoo like crawling vines.
Fuck.
“Put this on, Princess.” Leo held out her jacket to me, a gentler hand than I knew she wanted.
Without another word, Spencer snatched the bag of snacks from my hands and leaned on her bike.
I slipped the jacket on, the warmth of Leo’s body still holding in the leather. It felt like being wrapped up in her arms, surrounded by her… unable to escape her. Between my legs, I felt my pussy throb for her, something I couldn’t quite understand.
Once the jacket was on, Leo patted the small seat behind her.
But before I could sit, a loud, blaring drone came from my phone. Along with the incessant vibration, a notification popped up on my screen:
Greene County, NY AMBER ALERT: MISSING WOMAN, 19, BLACK 2014 TOYOTA CAMRY.
My heart sankin my chest. “Fuck.”
Without even reading their screens, Leo and Spencer sighed.
Spencer shook her head. “Fucking hell. I can’t believe this. It’s like the fifth woman in two months.”
A sense of dread washed over all of us as we stared out into the darkness of the night. There was nothing we could do, not now. All we could offer were open eyes.
We let the moment sit for a second before Leo met my eyes again. “Let’s get your mind off of it. You’re safe with us.”
Gripping her shoulders, I lifted my leg over the bike and slipped into place behind her.
“Hold on tight.” Leo grumbled as she pressed her helmet into place, lowering the visor as she revved the engine of the Ducati to life.
Before she could take off, Spencer stepped next to me and placed a helmet on my head. With a wink, she stepped back from the bike. “Be safe, babe.”
As soon as the helmet was secured into place, Leo let the bike rip off the sidewalk and onto the concrete of the parking lot.
“Jesus.” I mumbled to myself, knowing she’d never hear me over the bike’s low growl. Instead, I just tightened my grip around her body, letting my hands create a lock over my forearms.
Resting my head on her back, I worried about the cold wind on her skin. As she peeled off to the dead center of the empty parking lot, I could see her skin rising with goosebumps and turning a light pink.
Just as we hit the dead center, Leo turned her head to look at me as the bike slowed to a stop. “Lean with me, follow my weight.”
Tapping to confirm, I nodded my head. I had no fucking idea what Major Callahan had in mind. But I wasn’t about to ignore her orders.
Squeezing tight, a part of me worried I’d suffocate her.
She’d probably like that.
With a rev and a throttle, Leo stood up on the foot rests, leaning her massive body over the handlebars and pulling me with her. Doing as I was told, I followed her weight and let myself move forward.
The wheels began to spin as Leo kept her grip on the accelerator, but she kept the front straight as she tilted her body to the right.
Like magic, the bike started to spin in circles as the smell of burning rubber snuck past my visor and into my nose. “Fuck!”I screamed as we spun around, the donuts moving faster and faster on each rotation.
Under my arms, I could feel Leo’s stomach move as she laughed. A scream of childlike joy rippled through her chest as she let the bike spin out.
I could feel her body shifting to do the work, to force the bike into submission.
The wind beat into us, nothing in this empty lot stopping it from battering into us as we spun — creating our own little vortex at the edge of Valemont.
Only once the smell of gasoline hit my nose did Leo stop. Leaning back on the seat and letting the bike do a few speedy laps around the edge of the huge lot. We’d left a thick black ring of tire marks where Leo’s Ducati had burned into the asphalt.
