Their bikes looked like them.
It was kind of like dog owners who ended up looking like their dogs. With Dee being so lean and taut, with muscles pulled tightly over his tall bones, his camouflaged bike had a very sleek look to it. Every line was perfectly in place, carving out curved patterns around his motorcycle’s body that made his legs look even longer than they already were. Mav’s bike had splashes of color as loud as his bright white smile, and it didn’t shock me one fucking bit when he opened a little compartment hanging off his handlebars and pulled out a sucker.
Was that man ever not eating?
Then, there was Axe’s bike. The bike he expected me to straddle. The damn thing had to have been at least twice the size of everyone else’s motorcycles if anything to accommodate his mountainous size. Leather didn’t stop at the seats, either. Some of the trim on the bike looked like leather, and the sleek, shining black paint job sparkled beneath the sun hanging heavily above our heads. He even had those leather tassels dangling from his own handlebars.
It made me smile as he held out his hand.
“Toss a leg over and I’ll stabilize you. It’ll take a moment to adjust, but you’ll get it soon enough.”
“Ah, my hero,” I said with a grin as I slid my hand into his palm.
Yes, my entire fucking hand fit into nothing but his palm. And my God, how I loved it. How I loved feeling small and delicate in his embrace. The thought of his body folding mine in half made me shiver as I hiked my leg over his blacked-out bike, and he was right. It took me a few hops before I had to cling to his leather jacket in order to seat myself the rest of the way behind him.
“You good?” he asked.
Every time I shifted, it spread my legs further. It slid me deeper against his body, until my clothed pussy was flush with the small of his back. His body heat pulled my arms around him, and I placed my cheek against his back. The wind kicked up, chasing away the sun’s harsh rays as the ground rumbled beneath the tires of the bikes standing ready.
Then, I winced as Axe’s voice rose above the cacophony. “All right, everyone! Let’s get this show on the road!”
I pulled my head up from his back. “Wait, what should I hang on to when we—oh!”
I squealed, but the sound got eaten up by the bikes that fell in line behind Axe. I clung to his zipped-up leather jacket, gripping it by the handfuls as my legs girded themselves around his body. Wind whipped around us as we soared down the road. My knuckles turned white, and I pressed myself deeply into Axe’s strong, steady body. It felt so weird, rushing down the road like that. Feeling the wind against my face that usually battered my windshield while I drove. I didn’t dare open my eyes, though, because I knew I’d be a goner the second I tried rubbernecking at my surroundings. I’d lean right off that fucking bike and slam my cheek into the asphalt at ninety miles an hour.
At least, that was how fast it felt we were going.
Still, there was something comforting about all of it. Freeing in a way. My hair fluttered around my head as my clothes wafted in the breeze that we kicked up, and all of a sudden, my worries faded away. Thoughts of my sister turned to thoughts of sunlight, beaches, and suntans. Thoughts of my capture turned into thoughts of Dee, Mav, and Axe. Their bodies, bared for me. Their cocks, filling my holes. I shuddered at the thought. Three holes and three men. I wondered what it might feel like to be that full. To feel their arousal filling me to the brim before spilling over and collapsing onto whatever surface we had decided to destroy for ourselves. It encapsulated my mind. It puckered my tits as the tires beneath my body roared across the pavement.
But all too soon, the sounds of the wind whipping against my ears turned into sounds of screaming and fear. Pain and punishment.
We had arrived at the hospital, and it was chaos.
I picked my head up and opened my eyes long enough to see security guards lining the emergency room doors. They had their weapons drawn, shooing people away who desperately needed help. There was a young woman with a child in her arms. A man with a woman’s bloodied arm slung around his shoulder. Nurses in scrub uniforms ran around like rats in a maze, trying to figure out which way to go and who to tend to first.
I’d never seen such a disaster in all my life.
“What are we going to do!?” I called out to Axe.
He eased into a parking space at the back of the lot, next to a dark corner that was shrouded in trees. His other men followed suit, with Mav coming up to our right and Dee coming up to our left. I lifted myself up a bit, peering over Axe’s broad shoulders as cars peeled out of the parking lot and security guards waved their guns like madmen to get people’s attention.
And the guys weren’t moving.
“What is it?” I asked after they all cut the engines to their bikes. “Why aren’t we heading inside?”
“Because we didn’t get here before they locked down the hospital,” Axe said.
“It means the place is probably already swarming with police,” Mav said as he leaned over and murmured in my ear.
I had to admit, the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of my ear gave me pause. But I quickly shook it off. We had other, more important things to tend to that weren’t my fucking sex drive.
“So that means you guys can’t go in there with me,” I said.
Dee whipped his head toward me. “You’re not going in alone, so get that out of your head.”
I peeked over at him. “How will you do that if there are police here?”
“We can send you in with Jax, our prospect,” Axe said as he slid off his bike, leaving me there to fend for myself. “They’re not familiar with his face yet, so he can protect you.”
