Page 49 of Hate the Game
I was wondering if I should strangle him when he went quiet again and we drove for another ten minutes in a painful silence. I could tell it was only painful for me because it was clear that Jax was lost in his head. I’d never been happier when he turned on his turn signal and pulled into the lot of a storage facility. When he tapped in a code to open a gate I was back to wondering if he was going to murder me, though.
“Jax?”
He grunted and turned down a row of units. Driving down to the end he finally stopped and got out. “Hang tight.”
I struggled to do that as I watched him open a unit and walk a motorcycle out. My mouth hung open even when he opened my door and helped me out. “What…”
“Stay here. I’m going to park the truck in the lot at the front and then I’ll be back.”
It was silly but I was a space cadet as he led me over to the bike and then pulled away in the truck. I ran my fingers over the shiny paint and felt a tug in my lower stomach. Jax Carrington rode a motorcycle? That didn’t add up with the man I’d researched and had gotten to know.
“Shit. I didn’t think to tell you to wear pants.” Jax jogged back up to me and ran his eyes down my legs. “Shit. I-”
“It’s fine.”
“What?”
I grinned, my smile wider than it should’ve been if I was trying to play it cool. “It’s fine. I want to ride. I’ll just tuck my dress down. Or flash everyone. Whatever.”
He lifted a panel on the side of the bike and pulled out leather gloves. He tossed his wallet and truck keys inside before shutting it and walking into the storage unit. “I have a helmet that’ll fit you. I got it for Blaire a while ago but she’s never…”
I sensed his mood darkening even more and just grabbed the helmet and slid it on. It pinned my hair to my head and made me feel slightly claustrophobic but I wasn’t missing a chance to ride on the back of his bike. “Let’s go, you giant surprise. Take me for a ride.”
He easily straddled the bike and then watched me try to figure out how to get on without flashing him. His mouth lifted slightly when I grunted at him and motioned to the bike.
“How? You made it look so easy.” I gasped when he got off and plucked me off the ground like I was a stick figure. The first thing I reached when my arms snapped out was his helmet so I held onto it while he put me down on the bike. There was no hiding just how wide my thighs were spread, or the pink lace of my panties. “I’m still a lady, dammit.”
He laughed and pushed my hands off his head. “I knew bringing you was a good idea.”
He slid onto the bike easily again and looked over his shoulder at me. “Hold onto me, Savannah. When we turn, lean with me. Just wrap your arms around me and hold on.”
A bolt of nervousness hit me but once I had my arms around his waist I felt better. He gripped my hands and tugged me closer. “How close do you need me to be?”
“As close as you want to be as long as you’re close enough to hold on tight.” When I pressed myself fully into his back and gripped him with my thighs, as well as my arms, he made ashocked sound that he tried to play off with a cough. “Yep, that’ll work.”
“Hold on. I need to tuck my dress down.” I did what I could and sighed. “I’m going to scar half of LA today.”
His only reply was a slight shake of his head and starting the bike. The instant vibration between my thighs made me squeak and hold onto him tighter. He’d put his gloves on and when he reached back to pat my bare thigh, seeing his leather covered fingers against my pale skin made me want to drop to my knees for him. Insane.
I held on even tighter when he started moving. I pressed the side of my helmeted head into his back and squeezed my eyes shut. As thrilling as it was to think about riding a motorcycle, the reality was a lot scarier than I planned on it being. I suddenly felt the stiffest I’d ever felt in my life. We were still inside the facility’s fence and I was already wondering if I’d made a mistake.
Jax pulled out of the parking lot while I was still panic-stricken. He reached back again and rested his hand on my thigh, stroking it. He shouted something to me but the wind ripped it away. I lifted my head to try to hear him better but I caught sight of our surroundings first. It was the same LA we’d driven through in his truck but everything felt different on his bike. Little by little my body relaxed until I was able to appreciate the vibrations between my thighs again.
Once we were out of traffic I stroked my hands up and down his stomach and tried to remember the reasons I shouldn’t feel him up while he was driving the bike. “Faster!”
Excuse me? Had I just shouted for him to drive faster? Just when I thought maybe the wind had sucked my stupidity away Jax did something that made the bike growl and then we sped forward. Instead of screaming like I thought I would, I laughed.
It was on one of my downward strokes of his stomach that my hand bumped into something hard. Testing to see if it was what I thought it was, I left my hand there. Nothing could’ve stopped me fromfeelingthe growl he released. He reached back and squeezed my thigh, leather biting into my skin.
As we got farther from the city and he took us up a mountain I moved from simply resting my hand on his erection to fully cupping it. I squeezed, drunk on the power of making his chest rumble against my other hand. He’d put his hand back on the handlebar but I could feel his control slipping in the way he sped up. We were flying up the mountain and I felt so free that I wanted to let him go and hold my arms out.
I was so turned on and needy that the moment Jax pulled off on a side road and stopped the bike, I was yanking off my helmet, or at least trying to. I growled out my frustration and ended up sliding sideways off the bike. Jax tried to catch me but I fell faster than he could spin and grab. I fell in the dirt and immediately fell out laughing. I still hadn’t managed to get the helmet off but then I didn’t care because Jax was on the ground with me, his big body over mine.
Our eyes met as he yanked his own helmet off and rocked his hips into mine. His bulge rubbed perfectly against my core and I dug my hands into his sides, already lost in the pleasure. When he managed to take my helmet off he threw it away from us and then his lips were on mine. I moaned into the kiss, greedy for him. He ran one leather-clad hand down my side and then grasped my thigh and hoisted it up on his hip. With my legs spread wider his erection rubbed my panties into my clit and my eyes rolled.
“Oh, oh, god!” I cried out as his mouth moved down my throat. “Please!”
“Who are you calling out to?” His growly voice did things to me. It didbigthings to me. “Say my name, Savannah.”
