Page 10 of Rock On

“God dammit, Tommy, where are you going?”

“Like I told you, I’m taking you home. And then I’m going home.”

I could hear her hurrying behind me. “Why are you walking so fast?”

“Jesus, Harley. It’s four in the morning. We need to get out of here before security catches us.”

“You weren’t worried about that ten minutes ago.”

“Neither were you.” I picked up speed, forcing her to do the same.

I had to get away from her.

The sooner the better.

Being intimate with her had been spontaneous torture.

Having her on the back of my bike would just add to it.

“You ready?” I asked, without looking at her. I handed her my helmet and then straddled my bike, waiting for her to get on behind me.

“Tommy, what—” she began.

“Look, all I’m doing is driving you home since it’s late and this isn’t the best neighborhood to get a ride. We had sex. Big deal. We’ve had sex thousands of times. We don’t need to talk about it.”

I felt her slide onto the bike behind me, her thighs pressed to the outsides of mine.

My dick distinctly remembered what it had felt like when she’d had her legs wrapped around me just ten minutes ago.

Fuckety-fuck.

I was hard again.

I forced myself to focus on the road.

“I don’t know where you live,” I called over my shoulder.

“Just over the hill,” she yelled back. “Take Laurel Canyon.”

I nodded and headed in that direction.

I lived on this side of the hill, so taking her home would take longer than I’d anticipated. And me without a helmet.

I really was an ass.

I turned right on Laurel Canyon, keeping my speed low as I drove across the winding road that led to the Valley. We’d lived in a Beverly Hills condo when we’d been married. I still lived in it. She’d obviously moved to a more residential area. A place where her son probably had a yard, and other kids to play with.

Regret shot through me, and I inadvertently picked up speed.

I had to get away from her.

“Turn left at the light,” she called when we’d gotten to the other side of the mountain that separated Los Angeles.

I pulled down a quiet, tree-lined street and she squeezed my shoulder to stop.

I waited for her to get off and remove the helmet, not looking at her as she handed it to me.

“You’re really not going to say anything?” she asked as she stood there.

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