Page 21 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

I put them on, lifting my hands afterward. “Now, how do I look?”

“Like a biker,” Jake replied casually.

Still, I could tell from the gleam of appreciation in his eyes and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed before he spoke, that he liked what he saw.

And I liked that even more.

“Great,” I told him with a shrug. “Now that we’ve got the hard part out of the way, everything else should be smooth sailing, right?”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t. When my dad taught me how to ride a bicycle, it took a few weekends and about a hundred attempts, many of which ended up with me falling and getting hurt. I had no confidence in my sense of balance or my coordination. Actually, I was starting to feel a little scared.

Jake placed his hand on my shoulder. “Hey. I’m right here. I’ll be with you every step of the way and I’m not going to let you get hurt, okay? I promise.”

I looked into his eyes, the warmth in them engulfing me. Ah. He really had a talent for quelling my fears.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath. “What do I do first?”

Jake brought me closer to the bike that was parked in the driveway. “Well, first, you have to get on.”

Of course.

“Just stand here on the left side of the bike, grab the handlebars, and swing your right leg over.”

I did just that but paused as soon as I had a leg on either side of the bike. Why on earth did I suddenly get an image of straddling Jake instead of this chunk of metal?

In my mind, he was looking up at me, grabbing my waist as I positioned myself on top of him, the wet tip of his hard cock brushing against the inside of my thigh.

“Now, use your foot to push the kickstand up and straighten the bike, making sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground. Get a feel for the bike. From now on, it will be under your control.”

Under my control.

I imagined his cock firmly in the grasp of my gloved hand as I guided it inside me. He was under me, so large and strong, yet he was at my mercy.

“How does that feel?”

“Hot as hell.” The words spilled out of my mouth before I could think.

Fuck.

“I mean, this helmet and this jacket feel a little warm, but getting on top of…getting on a bike feels great.”

Thank goodness I had a helmet on, or Jake would have seen me blushing, and I would have died of embarrassment.

“You’ll feel cooler later.”

I sure hoped so, but for now, I needed to calm myself down and get my head on straight. I reminded myself that I had a boyfriend and that riding a bike was a task that took serious concentration. It was seriously hard.

Serious. I meant serious. I had to take it seriously.

Focus, Lauren.

I took another deep breath and squared my shoulders. “So, what do I do next?”

“Let me teach you about the different parts, starting with the throttle…”

I released the throttle just as Jake had taught me an hour ago, pulled the clutch back and shifted all the way up to second gear with my left foot. As soon as I heard the gears engage, I slowly began to release the clutch, then I gave the bike a bit of gas and twisted the throttle toward me to gain speed.

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