“I’m your ride. Brynleigh gave me your small bag. It’s in the back, here with mine, along with your jacket,” he says, tapping the storage area.
“Um…”
“I know you weren’t expecting to catch a ride with me, but they’ve already all taken off.”
“Of course they have.”
“Where’s that hint of the wild girl I see every now and then?” He leans forward. “Let her out to play so she can feel the wind against her skin a little, will ya?”
I chew on the inside of my cheek, mulling over his challenge. He’s right. I’m acting completely out of my norm. What is this man doing to me? I’m your wild, fearless, speak your mind, go with the flow girl. Not this closed off, scared girl. I can do this. I can proverbially let my hair down. I can most certainly enjoy the ride on the back of this pretty motorcycle with this gorgeous man, who may or may not have the ability to destroy me.
Just get on the damn bike.
I tip my chin up and hand him my messenger bag to put in the compartment with the other things we’ve brought. I’m determined.
“Thatta girl. Let’s do this.”
“You know how to drive this thing, right?”
“No, I figured we could figure that out together,” he retorts, peering over the top of his sunglasses at me with those jade eyes.
“Hardy, har, har.”
“That’s cute.”
“Get on.”
“I like you bossy and sarcastic,” Jaxon says smoothly as he throws a leg over the bike, looking every bit of sexy you can imagine as he starts the engine. He hands me a helmet hanging from the handle.
“Then you’re in for a treat,” I answer, pulling it on my head. He smiles wider as I fumble with the clasp and finger motions me to come closer so he can fix it. I step into his space, noting the fresh scent of his body wash or deodorant, I can’t tell. The way it mixes with him has me leaning closer. He grabs my belt loops, tugs me up to him, and concentrates on making sureit fits properly before sliding his thumb across my jaw. I might’ve stopped breathing. His lips are so close.
“Is something on my face?” I ask, wondering if I somehow marked myself with highlighter or who knows what. Hey, it’s happened before.
“No.”
I gulp, still feeling his thumb, even in its absence.
“Hop on.”
I bite my lip as he turns his head, picking up his helmet.
“Isn’t a doctor riding a motorcycle kind of hypocritical? Like, how many people have you treated in your ER days from bike wrecks?”
He rests his helmet back on his thigh and turns to face me as I put one hand on his shoulder and sling a leg over the bike to slide in behind him.
“I’ve treated a fair share, but if I’ve learned one thing during my years in the ER, it’s to enjoy life while I have it. For the record, most of those accidents aren’t because of the motorcyclist’s error but because other people on the road aren’t paying attention. I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe, okay?”
The heat behind his glasses has me squirming behind him. I nod my head in understanding. He nods back, slipping his helmet on with a crooked smile. I reach around and lightly grab onto his stomach. Feeling him chuckle, I ask him, “What’s so funny?”
“You’re going to have to get closer and hold me tighter than that.”
“Oh,” I answer as I scoot a little closer and squeeze him tighter. I feel him chuckle again as his head shakes in front of me. This time he doesn’t say anything else, just reaches back and slides his big palms along my outer thighs until he grips behind my knees, spreading them and pulling my body flush up against him. I squeak in my helmet and feel his body move with hislaughter again as my thighs form fit to his. He then grabs my hands and pulls them tighter around him to where my breasts press into his back. I swear I hear him hum in appreciation, but I can’t be certain over the sound of his bike. Once he’s certain I’m not going to let go, he revs the engine and takes off.
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Jaxon
The feel of her thighs wrapped around me is driving me absolutely wild. Add in her tits rubbing up against me, and yes, her nipples got insanely hard right after I forced her to plaster them against my back, and I feel like a ticking time bomb. We’re almost an hour into the ride, and she just finally relaxed. It helped once I turned on the radio. The breeze hasn’t been cold up until now, but we’re probably going to have to stop for our jackets in a minute. She’s starting to burrow up against me a bit more than I think she would if it weren’t chilly out. I just have to find a decent place to pull off.
