My shoulders are still quaking as I tap connect.
Her phone is labeled with a single emoji. Not her name or other descriptor. NotLila’s Phone. Nope.
A cookie emoji.
It’s perfectly Lila.
By the time she’s slung her leg over the bike and settled onto the seat, my laughter recedes. And when she scoots forward, pressing her thighs around my hips, all traces of humor vaporize.
Fuuuckthat feels good. Better than my fantasies.
Ten stars? Not enough.
Lila on my bike with me gets infinity stars.
It takes all my fortitude not to reach around to caress her and pull her even closer. And I mean all of it.
Every. Last. Ounce.
If I concentrate any harder on resisting, I’ll pulverize my teeth from this intense grinding.
I swipe my helmet off the handlebars, throw it on, and address Lila through the microphone. “Comfortable enough?”
“Yeah. Shockingly, the seat seems to be handling my size well.”
“Lucky seat.”
Her only response to my quip is a swift whack on my arm.
“You’re gonna have to hold onto me, cookie. Hands on my waist.”
“You’re never letting that nickname go now, are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Terrrrific,” she drawls, nothing but sarcasm in her tone.
At first, her hold on me is tentative and faint. I can barely feel her through my thin cotton shirt. There’s no doubt in my mind that’ll change soon, which I’m looking forward to immensely.
“Keep your feet on the pegs. Spine in line with mine as best as you can. Try not to wiggle around unless we’re on a straightaway and warn me first if you need to shift your body weight around more than a tiny bit.”
“Oh no. I have to remember stuff?”
Through a grin, I continue. “Metal parts are hotter than me. So don’t touch them.” I rev the engine a bit. Her grip on my waist tightens. “When we get to our first turn, I’ll talk you through it.”
Without giving her a chance to back out, I slowly pull out of the space. “Here we go.”
She whimpers, the sound magnified in my helmet like an echo. Memories of her making that same sound for a different reason assault me.
Stop it, I chide myself.
I’d rather not get hard right now. I promised I’d keep her safe, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. Need the blood to remain inside myupperhead for that.
Initially, I drive slowly to give her a chance to get used to the feel of the bike. My first few turns navigating the parking lot are wide and smooth, nothing requiring much movement. Intentionally, I take the long way to the street, hoping to boost her comfort before I have to increase the speed.
Aside from her ever-tightening hold of me—no complaints here—she doesn’t move much.
Breaking at the stop sign at the edge of the lot, I brace the bike steadily with one leg and tap her right knee. “Okay, Lila. I’m gonna take us on the road now. The bike is going to lean when we turn. Don’t fight the lean. “
