“Dirt bikes?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I know you ride a motorcycle, but what about dirt bikes?”
Excitement fills me as a smile splits my face. “Hell yeah. I fucking love riding.”
“I was hoping you'd say that.” His grin grows. “I wasn’t sure if you had one of your own or not.”
“I did, but that baby died last summer. I’ve been meaning to look for a new one.” I tell him as I help him unload the dirt bikes.
“Keep this one,” he tells me, pointing to the red one.
“What?” My eyes widen. “No. I can’t do that.”
“Why not? I only need one,” he shrugs. “And you’d be the only one I do this with, so why not make it easier and keep it here. And you keep it,” he chuckles.
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.”
“Damn Atlas, you’re spoiling me. Big expensive gifts on a first date. You’ve set the bar high for anyone else.”
“No I haven’t.” He narrows his eyes. “Because there won’t be anyone else.”
From anyone else, that kind of statement would have had me on edge, my alarms going off.
From Atlas, it has me slicking and my nipples going painfully tight.
“Careful, Alpha. Keep talking like that and I’ll just drag you into my house and have my way with you,” I grin.
“That can wait until later,” he winks.
He grabs a backpack from his truck. I don’t ask what it’s for, but I am curious.
Taking the helmet he gives me, we get on and start them up. “Follow me?” he asks.
Nodding, we take off and I keep behind Atlas.
I’m not sure where we’re going, but he takes a turn that leads up into the mountains.
I’ve been dirt biking for years and have made my own trails on the mountain behind my property.
But as we get up there, I see that there’s a lot more trails I don’t know about.
For the next couple of hours, we explore the mountains. The thrill of the ride has me laughing, grinning and vibrating with adrenaline the whole time.
We keep going up the mountain, to new places I’ve never seen. I’m in awe.
By the time we stop again, we’re covered in mud.
“That was amazing,” I laugh. “I didn’t even know any of this existed. How long have you been sneaking around our mountains?”
He grins, taking off his helmet. “For a while,” he winks. “You mad?”
“Nah.” I wave him off.
“Hungry?” Atlas asks.
“I could eat,” I nod. “Should we get going?”
