Then she blasts forward, forcing her bike beyond its capacity until she’s gone, disappearing into the shadows she emerged from. Her taillights, a pair of red eyes wink out of existence, taking the sticker and helmet hair with her.
We slow down, gathering at the usual end of our loop, hearts pounding and breaths coming in short, heavy bursts. Holli runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, a rare look of defeat etched across his features despite the wide grin he has for me.
“You in love, Diego?”
He tosses his head in her direction. Dominic sides up on my right, dragging from his vape with his usual disinterest. Both sets of eyes land on me with his question. They know I don’t chase women. There are too many options for that, given all the schools in this city. I’m not the player that Hollister is, nor the quietly committed Dominic, but somewhere in between.
“Who was that?” Massi asks, both hands on his upper thighs as he catches his breath. “If she likes it that fast, she’ll definitely love a few rounds with me.”
“You mean us,” Emilio adds, shoving his brother while pumping his hips, replicating what they’d do to her.
“Why settle for Diego’s micro dick when you can have two real dicks. One down her throat while the other is shoved up her?—”
“Shut the fuck up, Emilio.”
Dominic’s words mix with the exhalation of his latest vape. He’s never one to get vulgar with us out of respect for his mystery woman. Or that’s what Holli says. I think it’s because the dude is a fucking genius, and the twins’s idiocy grates on his nerves.
I used to wonder why he hung out with us mere mortals, but then I realized that all intelligence needs an outlet. Bikes, vaping, and lifting are his only social activities outside of his studies and labs.
Holli’s gaze continues to bore into me as he sits astride his bike, his forearms crossed with a casualness that exudes more confidence than anything.
The image of that hot pink bike and its fearless rider burns bright in my mind as I look down the dark street she blazed down.
“She’s got you all bricked up, huh?”
Massimo knows, since he used to be in competitive sports, and understands what increased testosterone does to a guy. Emilio tries to reach for my cock, wanting a feel, and I shove his ass away.
“What the fuck, brother? Diego doesn’t want you touching his junk.”
He shoots his brother a bloody bird after almost falling over his bike.
“He knows I don’t like cocks. I just wanted to cop a feel of his tiny dick,” he defends, which gets an annoyed snort out of Dom.
The whole micro dick debate started at a party a couple of years ago when Emilio was drunk off his ass, showing everyone his cock and wanting to compare. With his pants around his ankles, he kept tugging at this guy’s pants and almost got his ass beat before Massimo and I got across the crowded house party to get to him.
He sagged heavily against his brother. His hand fumbled for my pants when I slapped his face and said I have a micro dick to get him to knock it off. Something I thought he’d forget in his drunken haze, yet somehow, that seemed to stick in his brain.
“What the fuck, Em? What happened to your hand?” Massimo asks, his eyes wide with surprise, reaching toward him.
Em wipes his gravel-coated digits across his shirt, leaving a bloody trail across his midsection, and whispers to his sibling.
“Good luck with that, man.” Dominic ignores them, clapping me on the back in sympathy. “She’s probably halfway to the Cape by now.”
“Probably.”
“Are we going to keep standing around like a bunch of pussies, or are we going to ride and find some pussies?” Em whines, toying with his engine and revving it like an impatient child.
Dom casts him a death stare and tucks his vape away.
“I’m out,” he says, reversing his bike and angling it in the opposite direction.
“Come on, Dom, don’t be a pussy. You always bail. It’s not fair.”
Either Emilio doesn’t hear the whininess in his voice or doesn’t give a shit. Either way, he’s successfully run Dominic off again, resulting in Dom texting me tomorrow asking if we can ride out of town.
It’s almost like clockwork with these two.
“Hollister, Diego, I’ll catch you guys later. See you, Massimo.”
