Should I call Ben and have him come get me?
Shit, I left my phone in the car. I justhadto wear the tightest dress on earth with no pockets.
The biker boy quickens his pace and runs at me. I stop and back pedal, now getting scared, but he’s too fast. Is he going to attack me?
Without slowing down, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up, his leather gloves scratching the skin on my bare thighs as he lifts and swaddles them around his waist. I squirm trying to get away and raise my hand to smack at the helmet when he speaks.
“Baby, stop! Baby, it’s me!”
Oh.
My.
God.
“Ben?”
I flip up the vizor of the helmet to reveal his big, beautiful brown eyes smiling at me.
“Hi baby.”
“Hi! Jesus, you scared me.” I pause, my brain short circuiting as it tries to tie the truth together. “H-how? Wh-what?” My head shakes in disbelief. “I-I can’t believe you’re him. I can’t believe you’re the viral faceless biker…”
Ben’s the biker boy… This is unbelievable.
But how is this possible?
I take his helmet off and rest my arms around his shoulders, holding his all-white helmet in my hands behind his head as I try to find the right words to say.
I amnotprepared to face this situation.
“Wow, you look fucking gorgeous, baby.My God,I’m a lucky guy.” He presses his lips to mine and squeezes my ass hard with both hands.
“I never would’ve guessed the viral biker was you. You’ve never been a big fan of social media nor told me that you could dance or liked to dance or…but…you-you…you do thirst traps!”
I can barely put proper sentences together, continuing to ramble from shock, until my brain clears and pegs one question now burning to be asked.
“Why? Why do you do it?”
“Well,” he exhales forcefully, setting me down and running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “Basically, it comes down to wanting to make some extra money.”
“But you’re loaded. Why do you need more money?”
“I’mnot loaded,” he says sternly. “My parents are loaded,notme. None of that’smymoney. I want to be able to support myself, especially since I’ll be leaving home soon. My parents have done enough. I don’t want to ask more from them than I need to.”
I stay silent for a moment, admiring the man I call mine. He wants to build his own wealth, not rely on hisparents and he’s taking concrete steps to achieve it. He has such a good head on his shoulders.
He interlaces his fingers in mine and walks me over to the tripod, reminding me of who was just revealed to be the face behind the mask.
“Your face is really red, Char,” he chuckles, folding his arms and leaning on his bike. “Something wrong?”
“No,” I blurt out a little too defensively. “Like I said, I just had no idea you could dance, let alone be the dancing biker everyone’s obsessed with.”
“So, were you one of my obsessed fans then?” A wicked smile flashes across his face as his gloved palms grip his biceps. More heat singes my cheeks, and my fingers fidget with themselves out of nervous energy. “Come here, you.” He motions between his legs and throws his gloves on the ground.
I walk over, saying nothing. He roughly grabs my ass and kisses along my neck, his hands immediately wandering as small moans exit him.
Wait…
