Page 46 of Vicious Cycle
“What happened to you wanting to ride one?”
“That was about me finding a way to change the subject before so you and Rev wouldn’t upset Willow any further by brawling at the table.”
“We weren’t brawling,” I countered. Once again, I shoved the helmet at her. “Look, White Bred, I ain’t got the time or the energy for your particular line of bullshit. It’s really pretty simple. You ride home with me and teach Willow, or you sit herein the hot as fuck parking lot waiting on our mechanic who may or may not be able to fix your car right now.”
Tentatively, her hand reached out for the helmet. It didn’t escape my notice that she was trembling. “You were right.”
“About what?”
“I am chicken shit.”
I laughed at her acknowledgement. “There’s nothing to be scared of, babe. You just hold on tight to me, and I’ll do the rest. Okay?”
She took a step closer to the bike. Drawing in a deep breath, she slid the helmet on. As she threw a leg over the seat, I gave her my best genuine smile to which Alexandra gave me a goofy two thumbs up.
Shaking my head, I slid onto the seat in front of her. When her hands gripped my cut, I reached behind me to bring them around my waist. “This isn’t the time to be shy. Hold on tight.” I then gunned the engine.
When I tipped the bike off the kickstand, Alex clung to me like a second skin. Her thighs clamped against mine, and it took everything within me not to let my dick react.
Glancing over my shoulder, I shouted over the roar of the pipes. “Ya know, I would never let anything bad happen to you on my watch.”
“I wish that made me feel better,” she murmured.
“Trust me, Alex.”
Her fearful eyes met mine. She gave a slight jerk of her head. “Okay. I trust you.”
I knew it took a lot for her to say that, and it caused a weird tightening in my chest. Without another word to her, I turned back around and started easing out of the parking lot. The moment we got out onto the road, Alex molded herself against me again. I hadn’t had a woman on the back of my bike since Lacey. My brothers might have a new piece of ass on their bikeevery week, but to me, it meant too much to give a ride to just any girl. And even being as close physically as I had been with Cheyenne, I never had her ride with me.
Now just because of one fucked-up alternator, I’d broken my rule.
As we sped along the streets towards home with Crazy Ace, another one of our prospects, on my tail, I couldn’t help enjoying the feel of Alex’s arms around me, her fingers splayed into my chest. My mind immediately flashed to pulling her around to straddle me, arching my hips against her jean-clad pussy. I couldn’t help groaning both at the image and my out-of-control thoughts. The last thing I needed was Alexandra to feel me hard. She would probably freak out and fall off the bike.
Finally, we reached the compound. I eased my bike into a spot and killed the engine. Glancing behind me, I asked, “You okay?”
Surprisingly, she grinned at me. “Yeah, I am. Once we got started, it wasn’t so bad.”
“Glad to hear that.”
She hopped off and took off the helmet. As she handed it back to me, she said, “Maybe you’ll take me riding again?”
While I was stoked she wanted to go again, I knew I had to shut her down. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, babe. You had some car trouble, that’s all.”
Alex stared at me for a moment before bringing her hands to her hips. “Don’t flatter yourself that I was insinuating I wanted anything more from you but another motorcycle ride.”
Before I could say anything else, Rev came out of the clubhouse. “There you guys are. Willow was getting panicky.”
“Sorry, my car wouldn’t start,” Alex replied.
Rev glanced between her and me. “And he gave you a ride on his bike?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Wow, he doesn’t ever let women on his bike.”
While I shot Rev a ‘fuck you’ look, Alex’s eyes widened at me. “You don’t?”
Scratching the back of my head, I replied, “I don’t like to be bothered with a bitch when I’m riding.”
