Page 13 of Born into Mayhem
Grabbing an extra helmet from the garage, I hold it out to her and then pull on my own. She buckles hers without a problem and then waits for me to get on. I swear her shoulders drop a bit when she eyes the small triangle of a seat that she’ll be parking her ass on, but then she’s squaring them off again and climbing onto the back. Once her feet are resting on the pegs, she tries to avoid leaning into me, but I know it won’t last for long. This bike doesn’t fuck around, and the way her seat is angled is going to require her to wrap her arms around me or risk falling off.
When I start it, revving the engine and grinning at the sound of it, I smile when I feel her already starting to wiggle around. She keeps her hand down, trying to grip the seat and avoid touching me, but as soon as I clear the security gate that surrounds my property and pick up speed,she quickly swallows her pride and wraps her arms around me in a tight grip that presses her chest to my back. The leather jacket keeps me from feeling her tits, but it doesn’t matter, because just the feel of her flush against me, the heat from her body warming mine, it’s enough to wake my cock back up and leave me grinning beneath my helmet.
I take the long way to her place, wanting to draw this out for as long as I can. Refusing to take it easy on her, I speed through traffic, skillfully weaving around cars and trucks, and when I’m forced to stop at a red light, I feel her squirm even more. She doesn’t try to move her arms, but I feel her hips move as the strong engine makes the seat vibrate.
I turn my head, unable to see her, but wanting her to know that I’m aware of what she’s doing. Her response is to squeeze me tighter as I feel her hips rock again.
Is she fucking getting off right now?
Before the light turns green, I reach back and give her thigh a warning squeeze, but all it does is make her dig her nails into my stomach as her thighs cinch even tighter around me. Twisting the throttle, I gun it through the intersection, causing every head to snap in our direction. This bike doesn’t slink in unannounced; it storms the gate like a fucking battering ram, leaving everyone stunned in its wake. It doesn’t do subtle, and Mia grinding her pussy against the seat while she clings to me like she’ll never be able to get close enough isn’t helping. I’m pretty sure we’re going to end up on the internet somewhere, but there’s not much I can do about that except speed up and hope they can’t get to their phones in time.
Right before I hit the underground parking garage beneath her parents’ apartment building, I feel her whole body tense before she gives a soft shudder.
Did she just fucking come on the back of my bike?
Furious, I speed into the garage, coming to a rough stop in front of the private elevator her family uses. Yanking my helmet off, I turn my head and growl, “What the fuck just happened?”
She takes her time, swinging her leg over before pulling her helmet off, and as soon as I see hergrin, I lose it.
“Mia, don’t fuck with me. Did you just do what I think you did?”
She shrugs and props the helmet on her hip. “That depends. What do you think I just did?”
I grit my teeth and force myself to take a breath. She’s trying to make me doubt what I just felt, but I’m not about to back down. “I know what it feels like when a woman comes,” I tell her. “And I think you just had a fucking orgasm on the back of my bike.”
She raises a brow. “Did I? Or is your ego getting a tad too big and you’re starting to imagine things? I mean, I’m sure you’re good, Dario, but I doubt you’rethatgood.”
The laugh I give isn’t even close to being humorous. It’s harsh and slightly unhinged and a clear sign that I’m about to lose my patience with her. “That’s what you say,streghetta, but you’re the one with a flushed face, glassy eyes, and a pussy that I’m guessing is still throbbing with need.”
She straightens a bit at that, her anger temporarily overriding everything else. “Well, like you said, it’s been a long couple of weeks. I guess it’s time I did something about that.”
“Like what?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her. “Be very careful how you answer that question,” I warn.
“It’s not your problem or your business, so don’t worry about it.”
I stare at her, feeling nothing but rage, a possessive jealousy that I can do fuck-all about, and an ache running up my arm from where she’d bitten me. The thought of her going out and using some random guy to get rid of her sexual frustration doesn’t sit well with me. I can tell she’s about to walk away, but before she does, she smiles and says, “I’m sorry I came on the back of your motorcycle, Dario.”
“That might be more believable if you didn’t laugh while you said it.”
She has the nerve to smile as she tries to hand the helmet back to me. I shake my head and say, “Keep it. I’ll pick you up for your next lesson. Maybe you can try not to orgasm when I do it.”
“No promises.” She practically purrs the words before she turns and walks away, leaving me nearly salivating at the sight of her. Beforethe elevator doors close, she gives me one last smirk of a smile and then disappears from view, leaving me with a raging hard-on and not a goddamn thing I can do about it. It takes me a second to realize she’d walked off while still wearing my jacket, dismissing me like I’m some fucking teenager she no longer wants to spend time with.
How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?
I ponder that particular question on the drive back to my house, and when I step in and find my brother lounging on my couch, my mood turns even more sour.
“How’d the lesson go?” he asks.
I ignore him and grab a glass of water. While I drink, he laughs and says, “That good, huh?”
“She bit me,” I say when I set my glass down. Pulling up the sleeve of my shirt, I show him my bandaged forearm. “And head-butted me, nearly breaking my nose.”
“I’m guessing that made you hard as a rock, you fucking psycho.”
I don’t bother denying it. Leaning against the counter, I notice several pictures along the far wall are slightly crooked. Irritated, I walk over and start straightening them.
“I swear she does this just to fuck with me,” I mutter.
