Page 18 of Two Chambered Heart

“Well, it seems that’s a risk you’re willing to take, Kayden.” His name in her mouth hit him like aged whiskey. He ran his tongue over his teeth. His eyes locked on her in excitement, and he pressed his thumb on the reader, pushing the door open.

With a hand on her lower back, Kayden pushed her out into the garage, the smell of rubber and exhaust heavy in the air.

Chapter eleven

- Corey -

Corey and Kayden made their way to the single red bike, the Rover sitting behind it.

Kayden put his helmet on first, and then lifted one long leg over to straddle the bike, his thick quads straining against the denim of his jeans. The movement felt decidedly sexual to Corey.

“Have you ridden before?”

“No.”

“Slide on behind me and hold my waist. With all the noise from the engine, it will be hard to hear you once we’re riding. How about three taps if you need me to pull over?”

“Okay.” Corey agreed.

Kayden started up the bike, and the roar of the engine echoed right through her.

Corey put on the helmet and got on the bike. She hesitantly snaked her arms around Kayden’s waist. She felt the hard muscles of his abdomen and the heat of his skin emanating from under the thin cotton of his shirt. Kayden reach back and pulled her closer towards him. She slid forward on the leather seat, her front pressed up against his back, the bike a steady,vibrating beast beneath her. She tried to ignore the physical sensation of her inner thighs pressed against his strong legs, but the cadence of the engine with her legs spread wide was undeniably pleasurable.

Kayden turned the bike out of its spot and with the first burst of speed, Corey’s grip on him tightened.

Kayden took them out of the garage, and the plastic sheet of her helmet darkened, allowing her to keep her eyes open with the harsh rays of the midday sun. Kayden wove through the traffic seamlessly. She realized suddenly that she wasn’t sure what day it was.

He kept the bike at an unreasonably fast speed, blasting through traffic lights like he didn’t have a care in the world, barely slowing down on the turns. Corey held on to Kayden for dear life, taking in the city she’d been watching from high in her glass tower like some omnificent god.

Kayden had been right. Between the roaring of the wind around her head and the deep noise of the bike, Corey’s ears were only protected by the helmet dulling the decibels of the sound, the hat just an extra layer between her and the rest of the world.

Sooner than she would have thought possible, they were out of the city, on a large country highway she didn’t recognize. As they zipped along, the forest growing lusher and the trees getting taller, Corey relaxed.

The thrill was quickly building, her heart racing, a terrifying weightlessness in her stomach. And as Kayden maneuvered the bike around a turn in the road—too fast, she thought—Corey appreciated why some people chose this, chose to risk it all for the excitement of the ride.

After the turn, Kayden reached back, running his hand up along her thigh. She shivered under his touch.

They were on miles of straight highway.

Kayden brought his hand to hers where it was clutching his top, and she loosened the vice of her grip. He laced his gloved fingers through hers, and she let him. He squeezed her hand, and she didn’t let herself think too hard about it before she squeezed back.

Corey had been smiling so big for so long that her cheeks began to ache. Once she recognized the ache in those muscles, the ache in her leg muscles settled in. She tried not to think about a deeper ache, down in her core, that had been growing steadily with every shudder of the bike.

They were far out of the city now. They’d been following a white-capped river for some time, engorged from all the rain in the last month.

There was a pull-off up ahead.

Corey tapped the inside of Kayden's leg three times, following the instructions given to her.

She had to stop herself from trailing her fingers up his leg and cupping him in her hand. With her hands so close to the zipper of his jeans for the last few hours, it had been a subtle yearning in the back of her mind.

Kayden and his brother were gorgeous. She couldn’t deny the attraction she had to both of them. And yes, Jason was probably right to accuse her of teasing them. The effect she had on Kayden, when she was naked on their own balcony, was clear. He drank her in like he was dying of thirst in the desert. He was still the man covered in blood with a gun trained on her, but now the gun was his attention, and it was unwavering. The hunger radiating off him at all hours of the day had her toes curling in her shoes and her cheeks flushing.

The bike slowed to a smooth stop by the guardrail. Kayden’s feet landed on the ground, stabilizing the bike, and Corey slid off. They each removed their helmets as Kayden cut the engine. The vibrations from the bike fizzled out, but a rough energy was still thrumming through her. It had been weeks since she’d been able to go for a run, and she was itching for it.

Instead, she turned to the river. The water was frothing at the maw as it broke against the boulders in its path. Mist was rising, the water dropletskissing her cheeks, her forehead, finding purchase in her hair. She leaned over a little more, breathing in the earthy sweetness of the wet rocks below.

Kayden pressed himself against her back, his gloved hands settling beside her own on the cold metal of the guardrail, caging her in for a second time that day. He nuzzled into her temple, the heat of his breath warming her chilled skin.

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