Page 102 of Greased

It feels strange to call him Dad but what else am I meant to call the man in front of me? Calling him Ren just seems wrong. Because no matter how I feel in regards to my situation, they made a choice that they thought was best for me at that moment. How can I condemnthem for protecting me? Parents don’t always get everything right but at least they tried. From moment one, I have seen nothing but love from the man. These past weeks he has done nothing but try to atone for his mistakes, taking the load off Mum completely and allowing himself to take the blame. It’s admirable.

He calms down enough that he smiles in return, “It doesn’t feel real hearing you say that to me again.”

Mum interrupts us and I’m thankful as I feel tears start to well in my eyes, “Before we are all reduced to tears, your father and I have a little surprise for you.” She grabs my hand and drags me towards the garage.

“Your father and I didn’t want to have to make you rely on your brother or one of the other boys to get you around so we thought that this might suffice for now.”

My eyes widen as I stumble towards the bike sitting in the empty spot in the garage. A Yamaha YZ450F sits in all of its glory. My mouth drops as I run a hand over the fresh wrap.

“We got it completely blacked out for you. The blue stood out way too much but I think the silver detailing around the branding gives it that bit of hit it needed.”

I nod, vaguely listening to Dad as he talks about the bike.

“Do you like it?” Mum asks, a hopeful sound in her voice. A similar one to the one she had when she brought me my jeep.

“I fucking love it!” I squeal as I jump into my father’s arms. He lets me go and I rush over to Mum and engulf her in a tight hug. “Thank you so much!”

“We knew that you have had your eyes on a new bike for a long time. Those old bangers you used to have did the job but this one will reallykeep you on your toes.” Dad boasts and I can instantly see where I get my love for bikes from.

It is certainly hereditary.

Mum walks over, interrupting our discussion and trusts a black helmet into my hands.

“Don’t forget your helmet,” she smiles before handing me my bag I must have dropped in my excitement.

“Have a good day at school,” Dad says, grinning as I slide my helmet on and throw my leg over the bike.

“Please be safe on that thing,” Mum says, a worried look on her face, the same one she wears everytime I go for a ride. I give her a nod and a thumbs up. She doesn’t seem convinced, especially not as I start the bike, a small squeal escaping my lips as it roars to life. I kick up the stand and give a few revs of the bike before taking off down the driveway, barely slowing the bike for the front gates to open.

I gun it down the street, laughing to myself at the feeling of being on the back of a bike again. The only thing missing is sand under my tires and I would feel at home again.

Homesickness clenches my stomach. While I have been surprisingly happy here, there is never anywhere like home and Australia will always be that for me, home.

I pull into the school parking lot and immediately all eyes are on me. I smile beneath my helmet, pulling up next to the guy’s bikes. Rhodes, Wyatt and Jethro are standing with my guys as well.

Rhodes walks over to me smiling as I pull off my helmet and set it on the handlebars.

“It's no Harley but it’ll do,”he laughs.

“Don’t go trying to throw a showdown, Rhodes. You don’t want to lose to your big sister do you?”

He shakes his head as I swing off my new bike, quickly fixing my skirt.

I turn, surprised as I see Dacre walking over from where he and the guys just pulled up on their bikes.

“Damn, Star. That bike is insane!”

I smile as he kneels down, checking it over and I can’t help but smile. Arms snake around my middle and I giggle as a chin rests on my shoulder.

“The rider is pretty insane too,” Pike whispers in my ear before kissing me on the cheek. “Morning, Princess.”

“Morning, Pike.” I turn my head before capturing his lips in my own. Before pulling away from him, my teeth lightly graze his lip, biting down for a moment before I let it go.

His eyes darken as he licks over the small drop of blood left behind, “Don’t throw down a challenge with me either, sweetheart. You know I don’t care where we are. I’ll have you bent over that bike with my cock jammed deep in your pussy before you know it.”

My thighs clench and my panties dampen. I bite my lip as I turn to Pike fully. “I don’t think I’d be opposed to that, not one bit.”

Pike groans, grabbing my ass in his hands.

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