Page 8 of Freaks Of Nature
Excited in a good way, of course. Being chased by a psycho doesn’t count.
Ash’s smile is a match, igniting a flame in my core. His eyes sparkle wickedly, and a tingling reaches all the way to my toes.
He shaved for our date. His chiseled dimples greet me. “Hey!”
“Hey!” I echo in a clipped breath.
Despite the West Coast’s mild climate, he’s wearing a hoodie, and when I glance over his shoulder toward the curb, I see why.
“Ever been on a bike?”
My jaw goes lax, and I simply stare at him, too stunned to form words. I’ve never even seen one up close.
“You wanted a thrill, didn’t you?”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I sure did.”
I’m terrified, but I’m not going to chicken out now. His proposition is enticing, and I know I can handle it. I’m ready to push my limits to new heights with him.
Ash gives me a nod. “You should probably grab an extra layer, though.”
“Right! Gimme one minute,” I say already on the move.
I’m in and out of my apartment in less than that, clutching a hoodie that I pull on as I walk up to him already seated.
His motorcycle is all black except for a white Japanese kanji painted onto the front fender. I gesture toward the symbol. “What does that mean?”
“Falcon.” He chuckles, handing me a helmet.
“Interesting choice. Does that mean it goes fast?”
His chuckle turns a shade darker. “Oh yeah.”
I slide the helmet on and mount the bike behind him. There’s a whole lot of touching going on, from my arms around his chest to my boobs pressing against his back.
And don’t get me started on my thighs.
If the draft from the ride won’t give me goosebumps, my contours molded to his sure will.
“Hold tight,” is the last thing I hear before he cranks the ignition.
My body vibrates as the engine roars. I feel the power between my thighs. The ripples chase up my spread legs through my core, and I hug Ash tighter on reflex.
This is going to be so much fun.
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Fastis an understatement. We haul through the city at lightning speed. How he weaves around traffic, keeping control of this beast of a machine, is beyond incredible.
I’m utterly aroused.
We stop to grab a bite to eat from a taco truck he swears by. His voice is muffled, but I catch every word. “You’ll love it,” he shouts through the helmet as he slows.
I’m not even surprised when we roll up. The choice is on point with what I’ve seen of his personality so far. Quirky. Casual. Easy.
And he’s not wrong. I do love it.
I’m almost a little disappointed when he puts his helmet back on, hiding his face. He even looks hot when he eats, and the whole time, my eyes were glued to his hands and mouth.
