Page 52 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

“Do you think you can keep up?” he asks, his eyes flashing with challenge.

My body fizzes with excitement, and I bounce on my toes. I try to reply casually, but I know that my excitement is evident and giving me away. “I think I’ll manage. Unless, of course, you have cheated and given me a bike that isn’t as powerful as yours?”

Raiden shakes his head, his smile widening, “I would never.” I raise my eyebrow, “I may have briefly considered it, but I had a feeling you would kick my ass.”

“Damn straight,” I grin. “Which one do I get to ride?”

“Actually, I should give you a choice. Do you want the Honda CBR 1000 or one of the Harley’s?”

I can’t believe that he is giving me a choice of which bike I can ride right now, and a choice of those bikes, I mean they are fucking beautiful. I would love to own any of the Harley’s in here, but the Honda, painted in this oil slick kind of paint that changescolor if I shift angles when I’m looking at it, has been my dream bike for a long fucking time.

Memories try to push forward of the man who owns one similar but in matte black, one that I used to ride on the back of and take for rides myself. Memories of laughter and fun and a time before he grew too dark. I push it all away, making sure that my expression doesn’t falter in the slightest.

The man I remember no longer exists. It’s as simple as that.

Those memories make me hesitate, but only for a moment. I fucking love this bike, and it is still my dream to own one someday.

“The Honda,” I say, pointing to the purple beauty.

Raiden’s eyebrows rise, clearly surprised at my choice. I’m not sure whether he is surprised that I knew which one the Honda was or just surprised that I wanted to ride it, but his smile quickly covers his surprise.

“It just so happens that I love those bikes so much that I have two,” he points to where a dark emerald green one sits further back in the garage, lost in the sea of other bikes.

My smile widens, “Perfect.”

His smile becomes softer, and he replies, “Yeah.”

He hands me the keys and walks back to the door that we came through, picking up two helmets and giving me one. I raise my eyebrow in question because one of them definitely looks like it's my size, and the guys all have bigger heads than I do. Not in a weird way, they aren’t disproportionate or anything. An image of Reed with a giant head flashes across my mind’s eye, and I have to try really fucking hard not to laugh because it’s fucking hilarious.

Before I can get too carried away with my wayward thoughts, Raiden thankfully answers my silent question.

“I had Doc conjure you a helmet,” he explains.

“Oh, of course. Thank you.” I say as I take the helmet off him and pull it on. I shouldn’t be surprised that it fits me exactly, but I am. I don’t know how Doc does it. Well, he uses magic, but that doesn’t detract from how amazing it is.

Raiden pulls on his own, and somehow, it makes him look really fucking hot. I don’t know how that works, but the helmet, the boots, the whole biker look really turns me on. Fortunately, my mouth is working with my brain instead of against it for a change, and it stays shut and doesn’t tell him how much I want to fuck him in this garage. Maybe on one of these bikes. Oh, I do love my imagination. I’m going to have to save that image for later.

He presses a button, opens the garage door, and then gestures toward the helmets. “These are connected, so we can still talk to each other. The way into town is pretty straightforward but a decent ride.”

“Good,” I reply, my smile huge, although I’m not sure that he can see it.

We waste no more time and get on the bikes. As I turn the key and the bike growls to life beneath me, a shiver of excitement runs through me. It has been far too fucking long since I have had the rumble of a bike beneath me.

I glance over to Raiden, wanting to share the excitement with him, only to find his attention already on me, a look in his eyes that sends an entirely different kind of shiver through me, and my clit pulses in response.

I move the bike slowly to the door and then stop next to him in the doorway.

“We’ll take it easy so you can get used to the bike,” he says, “if I go too fast and you need me to slow down, let me know.”

Now, at this point in time I could tell him just how experienced I am when it comes to bikes, especially this one, butI decide it would be more fun to mess with him a little bit, so I just nod.

“Okay, will do,” I reply as seriously as I can manage.

He seems to be satisfied by my answer, and we slowly pull out of the garage. I let him take the lead because I have no fucking idea where I am going, and it would be weird if I tried to go in front. As we drive past the front of the house, Reed is coming out of the front door, he does a double take when he sees us drive past, and I wave, hoping he can tell that I’m smiling, and I don’t look like I’m constipated or some shit.

Surprise lights up his features before amusement dances in his eyes, he waves back at me, then turns straight back around and heads back into the house, which is weird because I swear that he was walking out of the door when we came around the corner, not heading back inside.

“What was that about?” I ask Raiden through the helmets as we pick up a little bit more speed, and head down the long driveway to the gates that I walked through on the first night.

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