Page 35 of Biker Boo
God, he’s thick.Rock solid.Aching.
And I stroke him through the denim until his breath rattles behind the mask.
“How badly do you want me?”I whisper, emboldened, daring him.
He still doesn’t speak.
Won’t.
“Say something, Biker Boo,” I plead, my voice breaking into something raw.
For the longest second, he doesn’t.Just presses his masked forehead to mine, the cracked porcelain cool and alien against my skin.It feels less like a kiss and more like a claim.
And I realize, maybe the silence is his way of loving me.
Maybe this faceless, wordless thing is all he can give.
Maybe I don’t need more.
But then, his voice, low and ragged, finally cuts through the night.
“Halloween.”
The single word rumbles like a verdict.Like a promise.
And before I can respond, he’s gone, slipping into the shadows and leaving me cold, aching, undone in every way that matters.
Eventually, I walk back into the party, and Janie rushes up.
“Girl, where the hell did you go?You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I smile.“Maybe I have.”
“You find out who he… who the killer is?”Janie asks.
“I’m about to,” I say as I head to the Lockup.
The glow from the neon beer sign above the barroom filters through Royal's cracked door and paints the scene in blood-red light.What I see makes me want to scream.
He’s got a bunny on his lap.Some girl I don’t even know the name of yet, big tits spilling out of a too-tight corset, fake fangs poking at his neck.She giggles, nails tracing his chest like they’re in love.
And Royal?He doesn’t shove her off.Doesn’t scowl or snarl or tell her she’s not worth the ink on her skin.He just sits there, calm and stone-faced, letting her perch like she belongs.
Something sharp twists inside me.
I don’twantto care.Royal’s quiet, unreadable, my shadow since we were kids.But now?Now he’s letting some random girl straddle him while my whole body still aches from being touched by a ghost in the woods.
The ghost Ithoughtmight be him.
Heat floods my cheeks.I turn on my heel before he notices, stomping out the back door into the chill.
Legend.
If Royal’s gonna sit there letting bunnies crawl all over him, then ithasto be Legend.My masked man.My Biker Boo.
The thought ignites something reckless.I kick open the door to Legend’s room.But he’s not there.
I head back to the party to confront him.But I can’t find him anywhere.
