It draws attention, especially when I’m on it.
The neon green panels with purple trim draw the eye even more than my massive stature.
And now, Greer will become the backpack I never knew I needed or wanted.
I remind her where to place her hands on the gas tank when I’m slowing down, and how to move with me while we’re riding again, so that she doesn’t become more of a distraction than she already is with her hands on me.
Her being conscious and aware of me is a distraction in itself.
We needed to blend in where we were going, and the bike was the only choice.
After traveling to the main road, the bar I’m taking her to seems to come out of nowhere, yet blends into the side of a mountainous region of land to the highway’s right.
Sipis where men like me can blend into the crowd of like-minded individuals. Where everyone sees you, but no one’s looking.
“What is this place?” Greer asks as she removes her helmet.
“They have the best burger around, and it’s somewhere no one will notice you.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s against policy to notice anything inside Sip.”
“Ominous,” she says.
“Do you want to go back to the cabin?” I ask her, testing the boundaries.
I can’t take her back; I have business here.
It’s risky, dealing business with Greer by my side, but she’s part of my cover tonight. While they’re busy looking at her and thinking it’s too damned bad they can’t approach her, I’ll get what I need to do done and be back beside her in the blink of an eye.
Then, we can enjoy the rest of the night.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I look up at the flickering bar sign blowing in the wind over the door.
She hands me her helmet, and I set it on her seat, doing the same with mine. “No one will touch them here.”
“Alright,” she says shakily, unbraiding her hair and flourishing out the messy curls the braid left her with.
I bite my cheek. “Poison, stay out of trouble in here. I’d hate to have to kill again over you.”
“Would you?” Her eyes glitter at the idea.
Tonight, she’s not the kidnapped librarian from Oakland, Georgia.
She’s the killer who mowed me down and left me for dead, and it seems she knows it, too.
“No. I wouldn’t. So behave yourself.”
She exhales, nodding.
I still can’t decide if I believe her good girl act, but I can only hope she keeps it up tonight and nothing untoward happens while we’re out.
We get to the door, and before reaching for the handle to open it for her to enter, I grab the back of her neck and pull her in front of me, grazing my lips over her left ear. Holding her firmly, I relish in her answering squeak. “Listen to me well. Any attempt to escape me tonight will land you in a world of hurt. If you think ruined orgasms are bad, go ahead and see how much darker I can get when forced.”
She nods. “I won’t try to escape.”
“We’ll see.” My bottom lip snags on the outer shell of her ear. “Be a good girl for me tonight, and I’ll reward you later.”
