All I could manage was a nod.
Sensing the fear on my face, Leo moved her hands up my thighs and squeezed them through my jeans. “I promise it’s nothing we can’t work with. There’s a lot we can do to make your normal activities less strenuous and manage your pain. If you’d let me.”
Just as I opened my mouth to answer her, the automatic glass doors of SaleMart swung open. Walking out, Spencer clapped her gloves hands together and straddled her bike. “Let’s ride, Bunny.” Spence tapped the back seat of her bike.
With a wink, Leo released my legs. “Just something to think about, Princess.”
Standing from the bike, I pulled my jittery leg off Leo’s Ducati and moved over to the Suzuki. Between the donuts in the parking lot and Leo’s revelation, the world felt like it was spinning. I felt Spencer’s shoulders stiffen as I grabbed on, positioning myself on the bike. My body was shaky, my limbs uncoordinated like I’d just been fucked to hell and back.
It made my throat tight. If this was what their bikes did to me, what would happen if I let them both have me? The way they’d been asking.
Passing the snacks to Leo, Spencer looked over her shoulder at me, flashing her dark eyes at my green. “See, we’re very good at sharing.”
Before I could answer, she reached her gloved hand to my visor and flicked it down before pulling her own over her eyes. Faster than Leo, Spencer whipped the blue bike off the curb and into the lot.
The engine was warm and so was she, desperate to take me for a spin and show off. As the bike jolted forward, my body pressed into Spencer’s. Hoping she couldn’t feel my facing heart through her thick jacket, I squeezed her waist tight.
My body couldn’t figure out what was happening to it — chest tight with anxiety, clit throbbing with anticipation, heart pulsing for more.
But Spencer, as usual, didn’t bother giving me any time to think. Instead, she sped around the edges of the lot. Picking up speed, she leaned her body to the left as she took each corner, taking mine with her.
Once we’d gotten a few laps in, she took us to the center of the lot, just next to the dark burns the Ducati had left in the asphalt.
“Follow me, Bunny.” Spencer yelled through the visor.
Nodding, I leaned forward with her. A pro now, I shifted along with Spencer’s body as she started her donuts. The suzuki gave a louder whir than Leo’s bike, the spin moving faster as the leaner bike accelerated in place.
As I watched, clinging to Spencer’s back as the smoke and burnt rubber smell filled my mask, I started to understand how all of it was happening. The pressure of our weight on the front wheel had anchored the bike to that spot while the lighter tail-end of the bike’s RPM increased, desperate to escape the trap we’d made for it.
An inaudible huff escaped my lungs as I realized just how similar I was to this fucking motorcycle.
My whole life had felt like a spinning wheel, manically circling the same dark point.
And all I needed as an experienced rider to pull me off.
Just then, Spencer leaned off the front wheel, releasing the pressure and letting the bike move forward. Throttling the engine, Spencer drove us back to the front of the store where Leo was leaning back on her bike. Her leg was hiked up high on the side fairing.
She tousled her walnut brown hair, smoothing back what little length was on the top of her military-esque haircut. “Not bad.”
Spencer flicked up her visor as she pulled the bike up next to Leo’s. “Bullshit, that was at least 17.”
With a half-assed shrug, Callahan pursed her lips. “15 at best.”
Reaching across the bikes, Spencer shoved her bestie as she grabbed a bag of snacks from Leo’s lap. “Sore loser.”
Spencer extended the bag back to me. But as I rifled through the treasure trove of goodies, I couldn't bring myself to eat. The combination of the donuts and the diagnosis made me nauseous as we sat on the bikes.
“What’d you think of that, Princess?” Leo smiled.
Barely able to steady myself enough to reply, I shook my head. “You two are insane.”
Spencer flashed a smile and wink. “More like crazy for you.”
Resting her toned forearms on the handles of the Ducati, Leo nodded toward the parking lot. “Want a lesson?”
My throat tightened, suddenly nervous. I’d been taught how to ride a bike years ago, when I was far too young to learn. But my dad wanted me to learn early, praying that if I broke my promise to never ride one, I’d at least know what I was doing.
As I opened my mouth to reply, a loud siren whooped in the distance. The flicker of red and blue lights appeared on the horizon.
