Page 57 of Kings Against the World

“That’s because I have… a time or two.”

“Wait. Back up. A time or two as in you hopped on the back of some guy’s bike once or twice, or a time or two as in you’re some professional rider being modest?”

She peers at me through the helmet, the blue chrome visor showing me my own reflection. But I don’t need to see her expression to guess she’s smirking. I can hear it in her voice when she speaks.

“I went for a few rides with a guy I was seeing in college.”

“A guy or a boyfriend? I thought you said you didn’t do relationships?”

“Boyfriend. And I don’t. He cheated on me with my best friend. But I did enjoy being on the back of his bike so much I took a few lessons of my own.”

I pull on my own helmet and toss my leg over onto the other side of the Screaming Eagle. Zoe promptly follows my lead, mounting the bike behind me, perching herself on the backseat.

“So you ride,” I say from over my shoulder. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t ride.” She wraps her arms around my midsection and leans closer ’til I can feel the swell of her breasts brushing my spine. “I said I took a few lessons. I never said I’m a rider myself.”

My mind fills with images of Zoe in those tiny fucking denim shorts she sometimes wears, straddling a bike with those long, smooth brown legs of hers. I imagine how she’d look revving the engine and taking off, riding the bike like she’d rode my dick last night.

The almost pained face she’d made as she threw her head back and climaxed will probably live rent free in my head ’til the day that I die.

Arousal thickens inside me and threatens to give me a fucking boner. Right here on the roof of the parking garage, in broad daylight with the same woman rubbing up on me.

I grip the handlebars and swallow against the tidal wave of lust that comes damn close to knocking me down.

“Maybe I’ll give you lessons some time,” I offer, starting the engine.

She scoots even closer, her hands drifting across my abs. “Maybe. Or maybe we can practice some more like we did last night.”

…so her mind is on the same damn thing.

Great minds do think alike.

I say nothing else, letting the rumbling engine speak for me.

We take off, gliding across the concrete parking structure. We have a lot of fun going down the spiraling ramp. Zoe hugs me by the waist and leans with me. Her breaths quicken, coming out as sharp, excitable gasps.

It’s only the beginning.

Once we hit the streets, I’m showing her a little of what I can do.

I weave between cars in traffic, then take off once we’re ahead of everybody. I’ve been riding since I was fifteen; being on a bike is as natural to me as breathing air or walking on two legs.

When I’m on the roads, my bike becomes an extension of me. To onlookers, I might look like a daredevil blowing past on my bike at top speeds, but really, I know what I’m doing. Zoe’s safer on the back of my bike than she is in any four-wheeled vehicle.

Not that she’s even scared.

As I race through some of East Vegas’s streets, she’s raising her arms in the air and feeling the rush of the hot wind. She’sletting out a small cheer when I cut through a narrow alleyway between shops on some strip mall. I can feel how relaxed she is perched on the backseat, like she’s soaking up every detail.

It’s night and day from how she’d been the day we left Louie’s. She couldn’t stand me then.

She’s warmed up to me… sort of…

But the real question is, am I gonna be able to keep it going?

After the past few days we’ve had, it’s hard to tell. We’ve gone from being at each other’s throats to fucking each other’s brains out to heading out for dinner like a real couple.

Maybe all we needed to do was break the ice. Get our sexual frustrations out the way.

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