Page 81 of Claiming Their Omega

I can’t help but blush a little at that. “Well, if you’re going to spoil me with compliments…”

“That’s all I want to do, you know that.”

I think I do know that now. Now that I realize his flirtations are serious.

The motorcycle looks huge. I’m not sure I’ll fit on it and I’ll just look ridiculous. But I know that I can ride a horse, so I’m sure I can do this. I just need to swing my leg over and do it.

The seat is a little big for me, since it’s Hendrix’s bike, but then he settles into the bike as well, scooting me behind him.

“Now, in movies, you always see the woman wrap her arms around the guy’s waist. Don’t do that, it’ll throw off my center of balance on the bike.” Hendrix takes my hands and guides them to his thighs instead. “This is where you want to hold on.”

It’s a bit more intimate than even the waist would be, and I can feel myself blushing. Hendrix must be able to tell, because he chuckles, and I can feel it vibrating through my chest.

“All right.” I can feel every single shift of Hendrix’s body against mine, under my hands. It feels almost like we’re not two people and a motorcycle but one creation, each of us flowing into the other. “I’m going to turn on the engine now.”

He narrates his actions as he does them, talking in the same low soothing tone I’ve heard him use with the horses. A part of me wants to bristle and insist I’m not a horse, but the rest of me really is soothed, damn him, so I accept it.

He’s trying to make me comfortable. It’s sweet.

Once everything is ready to go, Hendrix puts his foot on the kickstand. “Okay, I’m getting rid of the kickstand now. My other foot’s bracing on the opposite side, so we’re not going to fall over, but you’ll feel the center of gravity shift.”

He does as he narrates, and sure enough, I feel a definite shift in my balance. My hands tighten on Hendrix’s thighs, and I can feel him grinning.

“Balance is everything on a motorcycle. Similar to riding a horse. Really good riders use their center of gravity to guide the horse, along with their thighs, far more than they use the reins. So just keep your center of gravity low, and lean where I lean.”

I nod against his back.

“Okay. I’m going to push my foot up onto the bike and ease into the accelerator. It’s just like riding a non-motorized bike. You need to ‘push off’ so you don’t fall. You ready?”

“Ready.” As I’ll ever be.

Hendrix does as he says, kicking off and hitting the accelerator. It’s a smooth transition, although the engine roaring to life does make me jump a little. We take off smoothly, pulling out onto the road.

Hendrix keeps it slow, ten or fifteen miles an hour, letting me get used to the feel of it. I can’t help but dig my nails into his thighs, and press myself up against his back. I feel like any little wobble is going to make me fall, and we’ll crash, even at this slow speed.

But we keep up that slower pace, and everything’s… fine. It’s actually fine. Objectively, I knew that it would be all right, but it’s another thing to actually feel it.

Then Hendrix speeds up.

I gasp, as he slowly picks up speed, taking us to about thirty miles an hour. It feels so much faster than it does in a car, isolated against the world. You can feel everything on a motorcycle. No insulation.

It’s actually kind of… exhilarating.

Hendrix doesn’t get up to any crazy speeds, I think he keeps it under fifty miles an hour, but it’s just fast enough that my stomach swoops and I actually find myself grinning where my cheek rests against his shoulder.

This is actually a bit fun. Especially with Hendrix driving. I trust him, I realize. I trust him implicitly. Which feels like a silly thing to think, after I trusted the man to see me through my heat and all that, but trusting someone with your sexual pleasure and to take care of you one way doesn’t mean you trust them with something like a dangerous motorcycle ride.

But here we are. And I do. I really do.

I hold on tightly, enjoying the way that it feels like my body molds itself to his. The way it feels like we’re one person together instead of two separate people. It’s so intimate. I had no idea it could feel this way.

We whip through town, and I see various familiar faces turning their heads around to watch us as Hendrix speeds by with me wrapped around him. I feel a curl of hot satisfaction in the pit of my stomach. I know it’s just for the fake courtship, but it still makes me feel like I’m back in high school and getting a date with the popular senior, the guy who flirted with everyone, the guy all the girls wanted to date.

I feel like I won something.

We pass through town and reach an abandoned stretch of old highway. It’s mostly used by ranchers now when getting from ranch to ranch and especially when transporting cow herds, which like to roam.

Hendrix slows down and eventually stops, putting his foot down on the dirt road. “All right.” He looks back at me over his shoulder and grins. “Your turn.”

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