"I need to go." She tries to step around me.
I move with her, blocking her path. "It's a long walk back to the station."
"I'll manage."
"In this heat?" I gesture to the sun climbing higher. "Wearing that uniform? You'll collapse before you make it halfway."
"I said I'll manage."
Stubborn little cop. My cock is throbbing so hard now it's almost painful, and she's standing there all defiant and curved and perfect, and I want to bend her over my bike and fuck that attitude right out of her.
Instead, I step back. "Fine. Walk. See if I give a shit."
I turn and head toward my bike, expecting her to call out, to ask for help. She doesn't. I can hear her footsteps heading in the opposite direction, stubborn to the bitter end.
Fuck.
I make it to my bike before my conscience, or maybe just my throbbing cock wins out. I grab the spare helmet and gun the engine, riding after her. She's already a block away, walking with determined steps despite the heat.
I pull up beside her. "Get on."
"No."
"Don't be stupid." I keep pace with her on the bike. "It's at least three miles to the station."
"I'm fine."
"You're being a stubborn pain in the ass." I stop the bike in front of her, blocking her path. "Get on the fucking bike, officer."
She glares at me. "Why do you care?"
"I don't." It's a lie and we both know it. "But I didn't punch your partner just so you could pass out from heatstroke."
She looks at the bike, then at me, clearly torn. Finally, she snatches the helmet from my hand. "Fine. But this doesn't mean I trust you."
"Good." I watch her struggle with the helmet strap. "You shouldn't trust anyone with a pulse and a dick."
Her eyes snap to mine. "Is that supposed to scare me?"
"It's supposed to be the truth." I reach out and secure her helmet strap, my fingers brushing her soft skin. Her breath hitches. "You're a cop. I'm a biker. This doesn't make us friends."
"Agreed." But she's staring at my mouth now.
"Get on the bike." I order.
She climbs on behind me, awkward at first. Then her thighs bracket mine, her arms wrap around my waist, and her tits press against my back. My cock jerks in my jeans, hard enough to hurt, and I grit my teeth.
Fuck. This is torture.
I start the engine and pull out onto the main road, trying not to focus on how perfectly she fits against me, how her body moveswith mine as we take the turns. Her arms tighten around me, and I can feel every curve pressed against my back.
The station comes into view too soon. I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine, trying to will my erection down before she notices. She climbs off slowly, removing the helmet and handing it back to me. Her hair is messed up, her cheeks flushed, and she's never looked more beautiful.
I hate it.
"Thank you," she says stiffly. "For the ride."
"Don't thank me." I secure the helmet, adjusting myself subtly while her back is turned. "Just don't expect me to save your ass again."
