Page 20 of F Is for Honey Bee

Kijani straddled the bike and kick-started it. Jonah stood there a moment, appreciating how hot the guy looked sitting on a motorcycle.

Raw power sitting atop raw power.

Jonah was tempted to trade the bike for a ride on Kijani himself.

He motioned for Jonah to get on, shaking him from his wicked thoughts. Kijani helped him mount the passenger seat, and then he tapped Jonah’s arms. “Keep them tightly wrapped around me at all times.”

He gasped when he heard Kijani’s voice through his helmet, the sound deeper and richer in the confined space around his head.

Thank god he hadn’t said anything that would have embarrassed himself.

When they pulled from the driveway and accelerated down the street, Jonah’s fear erupted into a high-pitched squeal, Kijani chuckling at the sound he’d just made. He clung onto Kijani with all his might as they weaved through traffic with expert precision.

“You don’t have to bust a few ribs, honey bee.”

“I can’t help it. My body is frozen with fear.” Although he knew his grip wasn’t strong enough to hurt the guy.

Jonah had been dead wrong when he’d thought Kijani had gone through town too fast. That speed had been slow compared to hitting the open road. His heart raced as fast as the motorcycle, and his whole body vibrated with the powerful engine.

The road beneath them flew by in a blur, so Jonah focused on the distant forest, with its thick green trees and the majestic mountain peaks looming in the distance. He watched how the sun played peek-a-boo behind passing clouds, casting shifting shadows over the landscape.

But what held his attention most was the tight press of their bodies as he clung to Kijani for dear life.

Jonah felt every cord of muscle moving under his arms and fingers, making him tingle more than the vibration of the motorcycle.

When they hit a bump, Jonah couldn’t suppress his gasp as his groin slid over Kijani’s backside, the friction sending stronger tingles through him.

“You okay back there?” Kijani’s smoky voice penetrated Jonah’s helmet.

“Just enjoying…the view.”

He strained a little closer, praying for another bump, licking his lips in anticipation of one. Kijani’s body tightened, as if he could feel the same burning need.

In that moment, all Jonah wanted was to be naked with Kijani and sitting in front of him on the motorcycle.

His sense of time had faded. He was too focused on the broad form he was clinging to. It wasn’t until Kijani pulled into a bustling parking lot that Jonah’s focus shifted.

He looked around with wide eyes, trying to take in his surroundings as Kijani slowly drove until he’d found a place to park. Jonah dismounted and was relieved to finally remove his helmet and feel the warm breeze against his skin.

As soon as he did, he was bombarded with a symphony of sounds—children darting between vehicles, their laughter ringing out as they chased each other, lively music blaring from nearby speakers, people shouting in excitement, and the constant hum of machinery operating various rides and attractions.

Jonah inhaled the mouth-watering aroma of grilling meat, which made his stomach rumble.

“Did you plan this, or did we just get lucky?” Jonah asked, unable to contain his wide grin.

“F is for figure it out,” Kijani replied with a playful wink, mirroring Jonah’s smile.

“Nuh-uh. That F has already been used,” he said with a laugh.

“In that case, I plead the fifth.” Kijani grabbed his hand and led him toward a large black pickup truck with dried mud caked on its lower half.

“I see you made it,” Slater said as they approached him.

It was strange to see him in casual clothes instead of his uniform. He almost looked like a completely different person.

“Hey, Jonah.” The corners of his lips lifted into a genuine smile.

“Hi, Slater,” he replied, feeling weird that they were in a social setting together. They had only interacted twice before, both times at his house when Slater arrested Flint and when Kijani passed out and transformed into a wolf.

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