“Yes, I am.” I snatch her wrist and yank her closer. “Get. On.”
Kayla twists out of my grasp almost fearfully. Never in my life have I seen someone react to a motorcycle the way she does.
“I haven’t been on a bike in a long time.” Tears actually form in her eyes.What the…?
“I’ll take care of you, baby. There’s no place safer than right here.” I tap my thighs.
“You know that’s not where I ride.” She stifles a laugh. Now, we’re getting somewhere.
“You can if you want. Cling right to me like a monkey.”
“Never.” She purses her lips.
Ah, there is a little pride in there.
“Then what’s it gonna be? Every second we stand here is one less mile on the road.” Kayla fidgets in place, deliberating. I don’t see the issue.
“I need a helmet.” She finally breaks her nervous silence.
I hand over mine, but she just stares at it chewing the shit out of her lip. “Hang on.”
She hurries over to the garage and punches in a code on the keypad next to the door, running inside as it opens. I look on as she disappears, spying a black sports bike with hot-pink wheels in the back of the garage.
Hmm . . .
Kayla returns holding a helmet bearing the same colors as the bike and a leather jacket with hot pink stripes down the arms and sides.
“That’s a hot little Kawasaki you have there—”
“Don’t say another fucking word,” she cuts me off at the knees, flinging on her jacket. “And just start the bike.” She slips on her helmet and hops on like a pro.
Well, fucking well, thereisa story to be told. I’ll leave it be for now. I punch the starter and the tricked-out engine roars. I revel in the vibrations and the sound; I missed my beast.
Kayla wraps her arms around my waist, and I can’t suppress the smile.
“Reese?” She leans back and lifts her visor. “Is that a gun in your waistband, or are you justreallyhappy to see me?”
“It’s a gun, but I’m also really happy to see you.” I slide my helmet on. That’s another thing Riley is good for. Extra heat when I need it.
“Why do you need a gun?” she asks over the loud rumble of the twin turbos.
“Kayla.” I twist back to look at her. “This is a one-of-a-kind H2R with mods out the ass and a lot of hungry bikers out there. Catch my drift?”
She nods.
No way am I going to let some street trash stick me up for my bike. Pull this puppy apart, and you’re talking tens of thousands of dollars in parts on the black market. Over my dead body.
I squeeze Kayla’s hand as I back out of her driveway then open up the throttle once on the street. It’s late October, so the temperature is mild. Perfect riding weather with colorful autumn scenery. I head straight for the backcountry, where the roads are windy and hilly. At seventy miles per hour, they become your own personal amusement park attraction. I thought I was going to have to go easy with Kayla on the back, but she clearly knows what she’s doing, leaning when I need her to lean and communicating with her body language. Riding has always been a thrill, but riding with Kayla is a whole new experience. I’ve never liked to share the road, let alone my bike, but with her latched onto me, our bodies as fluid as the gas turbine, it feels like we can take flight. I give her fist a little squeeze, signaling to her to hold on before I slip the clutch, give it gas, and snap back, lifting the front tire into the air. I hear Kayla’s excited squeal over the reverberation of the engine. She loves the exhilaration almost as much as I do. I drop down, then run up the RPMs, hitting top speeds down the straight in front of us.
Kayla rubs my chest as I slow it down to a leisurely speed. With her body leaned forward and molded to mine, and her hands roaming all over my chest, I’m having difficulty thinking. I swipe her palm between my legs showing her exactly what she’s doing tome. She squeezes my cock shamelessly, then slips her hand into my pants. Oh fuck, she’s lucky I’m an expert rider trained for distractions, because if it were anyone else in the driver’s seat, we would end up wrapped around a tree.
Little fucking tease. She has me feverish, my throbbing cock the igniter.
I pull over under a covered bridge made out of stone. It’s not incredibly long but provides enough cover for what I’m about to do.
I cut the engine and drop the kickstand. Then I turn completely around. I toss my helmet and then Kayla’s, the scorching look in her gaze telling me everything I need to know. I affected her as much as she affected me. Initially, it may have been in different ways, but it’s about to produce the same outcome.
I pull her onto my lap as our mouths crash together. She digs her fingers into my hair as I force her to grind on my rigid erection.
