“Fine.”
He grins at me and disappears into the garage, returning with a pile of leathers in his hands.
Suspiciously small looking leathers and a bright purple helmet.
“Where’d you get these?” I ask as he shoves them into my arms.
“Ordered them online and they arrived this morning,” he says. “I wanted you to have some in case you agreed to come for a ride with me.”
His grin doesn’t falter as I stare at the very expensive, buttery soft leathers in my hands. Yeah, no fucking way can I say no to an enthusiastic Dorian.
Thirty minutes later, we’re tearing up the open road. I’m clinging to Dorian’s waist and trying to keep my screeches internalized, especially when he attacks the bends with vigor.
The bike’s vibrations, combined with the sheer fucking adrenaline pumping through me, have me gripping hard with my thighs and my pussy clenching on nothing.
Dorian was right about the roads around here. They seem to stretch on forever, with the purple mountains visible in the hazy distance.
After about twenty minutes of driving, he pulls us over to a viewing point at the side of the road. My legs are shaking like mad and I wobble slightly as he helps me off the bike and pulls off his helmet before helping me remove mine.
“What do you think?” he asks, smirking down at me.
“Of the road or the ride?” I ask, slightly breathlessly. “Both are pretty fantastic. This view is breathtaking.”
He grins and puts his arm around my shoulder, nuzzling his nose against the top of my no-doubt sweaty head.
“Yeah, it is,” he replies softly. “Thanks for coming with me. It feels good to share this with someone. You know, after a gig, I’m usually so keyed up I wish I could go for a ride like this, burn off the energy. Instead, I always wind up hanging around backstage for too long or going to a shitty party full of obnoxious idiots.”
Huh, I wonder if I can help with that. Maybe I can rig something up to help absorb the excess.
The adrenaline from the ride is working in my favor right now. My mind goes a mile a minute as I go through the possibilities. I’m buzzing, filled with ideas, and it feels fantastic.
Dorian hesitates before reaching out to tuck a wayward bit of hair behind my ear. “I’ve enjoyed spending time together this week, Sin. Watching you work has been fucking great. Plus, you look hot as hell when you’re all sweaty.”
I snort. I’m a gross, disheveled troll whenever I’m working. If Dorian’s into that, then I guess maybe we are made for each other.
Safe to say that this whole fated mate bond thing has developed over the past week. It’s like the more time we spend together, the more I can physically feel the tether between us growing. It’s thickening with every hour we’re in each other’s company.
Weird as hell, but I can’t say I hate it.
And because I can’t seem to stop myself, I go up on my toes and press my lips to his.
He doesn’t hesitate, pulling me closer with a guttural groan as he sucks my lower lip between his. Then he slips his tongue into my mouth and I twine my tongue with his. He lets out another deep groan, pulling me close as his hands travel lower to palm my ass. I grind my pussy against his crotch and wish that we weren’t wearing these damn thick leathers.
“Fuck, Sin.” He pulls back, staring into my eyes and cupping my jaw with his hand. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
I grin at him and press my lips to his again, enjoying his sharp intake of breath and the taste of salt on my tongue.
“You’re vibrating,” I tell him.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure you’re still shaking from the adrenaline.” His returning grin is lazy and I snort a laugh.
“No. Your pocket is vibrating, dummy. I think someone’s trying to get a hold of you.”
“Shit,” Dorian says, pulling out his phone and reading whatever’s on the screen before glancing at the sky. “Cal texted. There are storm clouds headed our way. I hate to cut this short, but—”
“Better than getting stuck on the road if it’s gonna start with thunder and lightning,” I tell him.
Too bad the storm doesn’t wait for us to get back.
