Page 6 of Feint

“Ready to ride, mama?” he purred. His eyes raked over my body as his voice in that low tone made my thighs clench.

I knew what he meant by “ride,” and it had nothing to do with the bike. Kordell and I were always flirting. It hadn’t slowed down since we’d met.

I smiled back playfully. “Always ready for a new adventure with you, Kordell.”

I grabbed his hand, and with a pull, he hoisted me onto the back of his motorcycle. I scooted against him, my body pressed firmly against his back as I slid my arms around his middle and pulled myself closer.

He turned on his bike, and we pulled out onto the street. The purr of the engine between our legs. The clear skies above us. The warmth of Kordell’s body against mine. This was turning out to be an amazing Saturday already, and we hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet! He sped up when we got out of the twists and turns from the roads of the hills. The wind ripped through the ends of my hair, and it was such an exhilarating feeling. Every moment I was on his bike felt like an adventure. I never knew exactly where we were going or who we would meet along the way. And that was what made it all the more exciting to me. It was the adrenaline of the unknown.

We kept traveling through the city to the outskirts of town. It was an actual official event at a local racetrack. And I was soexcited that I almost jumped off his bike when we pulled into the venue and parked. The space was FULL of bikes, and the sounds of their engines filled the air. We took our helmets off, securing them to his bike, and the look of happiness on Kordell’s face as he looked around was contagious. I found myself smiling from just looking at him. We walked through the parking lot and into the racers’ back lots. Kordell seemed to know a lot of people here.

The rows of drag bikes were before us now. I’d never seen anything like them. Their back tires were HUGE. Their frames were longer than regular bikes, and they couldn’t turn as sharply, judging by how people were having to back them into their spaces. Kordell’s eyes raked over them all. He knew every detail, every little nuance of these bikes, and as he began to tell me about them, that passion of his became even more apparent.

I couldn’t help but run my fingertips over a particularly beautiful purple one with chrome accents. Knowing this bike could go over two hundred miles per hour in a few seconds was crazy to me. And the fact that people raced on these bikes, which gave them ZERO protection against their bodies if they crashed? I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. It was insane. And I couldn’t wait to see them in action.

“These are so cool. I can’t wait to see them actually race!” I said as I turned to look at Kordell.

And I froze, my heart leaping in my chest as I saw the look on his face. For a split moment, his green eyes were dark, his gaze intense as he watched me. Something in his face made me a little nervous. I’d felt this way a few times around Kordell, just something unnerving about the way his eyes looked. Then, almost as fast as I had seen it, it was replaced with his usual bright Kordell smile, and his eyes softened. Maybe I’d just imagined it.

Shake it off, Rosalie. Why do you always have to overthink things with him? He’s not AJ. There’s not some secret thing he’s into. He’s not gonna up and leave me. So, stop freaking out over every little thing.

“Which one’s your favorite?” he asked, his voice light and playful as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side.

I wrapped my arms around him in response and leaned up a bit on my tiptoes and gave his cheek a kiss.

“Maybe I’ll have to see them in action first to really decide,” I teased with a smile on my face, batting my eyes, all innocent-like.

He laughed, a hearty, warm sound that made me smile bigger. “You’re in for a show, mama.”

We made our way through the crowd again, stopping to chat with a few people he knew here and there. Which was actually a lot. It wasn’t until our eighth stop that I found out why. Kordell used to race drag bikes, and from the sounds of it, he had been pretty decent at it too. And by the way people looked at him, they all really respected him for the skills he had on a bike.

“Hey, so why did you stop racing?” I asked as we made a pit stop to grab a quick bite before going to the bleachers to watch.

Kordell paid for our food and then leaned against the wall as we waited for it to be ready. “Mmm… well, I met Adrian—she used to run the club before her sister, who runs it now. She was down here with some of her boys, and when she saw my skills, they offered me a chance at being a prospect. I decided to give it a shot, and being in a club takes a lot of time, especially when you are earning your patch. Something had to give. So, I gave up on drag bikes.” He reached up, grabbed our food as our number was called, and handed me my funnel cake.

“I see. Well… do you ever miss it?” I took a bite as he wrapped his arm over my shoulders and began steering me toward the stands.

“Sometimes. But I have so many other things I enjoy spending my free time on now. Or should I saysomeone?” He stroked the side of my neck as he saidsomeone, and I shivered as my pussy clenched. Gosh, anytime he touched the side of my neck, it got me way too excited.

We chatted a while about when he stopped racing and some of the races he had won on our way.

I took another bite of my cake, moaning softly at the taste. “This is so good.”

I swallowed my next bite, and he laughed at me. I looked over at him, and he leaned in and licked the entire side of my face. Which, in front of this many people, made me whimper and almost drop my food in shock.

“K-Kordell!” I exclaimed as I leaned away from him, my face bright red.

“You had some powdered sugar on your cheek. I got it off for you. You’re welcome.” He laughed and winked at me.

I looked down and ate my food way more carefully than before as we kept walking.

Some of the races were already underway by the time we got to the stands, and Kordell led me to a couple of seats near the starting line. It was so full of life here. The crowd was buzzing with energy. It was similar, but very different from the races Dad held.

Two new bikers lined up, making one final check around their bikes before they mounted them. The roar of their engines filled the air as they prepared for the launch off the line. The drag strip was a long line of asphalt where winners and losers would be decided. I leaned in closer to Kordell, my heart pounding as people backed away from the bikers. Waiting for the light to turnseemed to pass by slowly, the riders leaning low over the sleek frames, their faces obscured by helmets.

The light turned green, and the stands shook as they launched forward, the riders leaning so low against their bikes that you would have thought they were riderless. They were chasing victory with every fiber of their being. You couldn’t help but cheer with the crowd and jump to your feet when an obvious favorite won. Some of the races, there was no competition, and then others were so neck and neck that they had to check the cameras to see who won.

As the day started to turn into the evening and the sun began to set, I couldn’t help but notice Kordell had started to pay less and less attention to the races and more to me as I watched them.

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