The vibrations underneath me have always seemed to numb the pain inside. Even if they bring back memories that bring a conflation of joy and pain, at least every moment that I had on them were good times.
Feeling Tatum on the back with me gives me a new sensation to associate with it. The mixture of her arms tightly wrapped around me and the taste of her pussy still on my tongue, it makes me feel like if I could break away from the weights holding onto me, we could float away. For some reason, she is making me feel free.
Rotating the throttle back, catapulting the bike forward, she squeals into my ear, bringing an actual smile onto my face. It almost feels foreign being there, even if it’s only been a few weeks… at least, I think it’s only been that long.
“Where’re we going?” I hear her yell out into my ear.
“You’ll see.”
I can feel her press her face into my back as she tries to hide her smile.
Rolling to a stop outside of the club, I wait for her to stand up looking around the parking lot.
“Zane, where are we?” She asks as she slowly unclips the helmet, looking at the small worn-down warehouse sitting at the edge of the parking lot.
I can’t help but laugh as I stand up, not wanting to give it away, but also wanting to ease her nerves. “You’ll see.” Lacing our fingers together, she walks off towards the ocean when I pull her back over to me. “Not there.”
“Then where?” She asks, contemplating if she’s made a grave mistake.
I can’t stop the smirk as I point towards the building we’re heading to.
I feel her hesitate for a moment as she comes to a quick stop before I tug her behind me again.
“Are you taking me here to murder me?”
Lazily, I shrug my shoulders, letting the smirk remain on my face as we slow to a stop in front of the door and I tap my knuckles against it. It’s silent on the other side for a solid minute before Tatum pulls back on my arm.
“Looks like no one’s here.” She whispers.
I just look back at her again before I rap for a second time.
Silence once again meets my request.
“Zane, come on.” She tugs on my arm again, but I tighten my hold on her hand, winking at her as I hear the lock sliding open and the door cracking open.
“Oh, shit!” The voice meets us as the door pulls open completely. “What’s up, Z! It’s been awhile.” I watch as Dustin’s eyes falter. “I heard what happened. Sorry, brother.”
I don’t respond to him, just nod before we clasp hands and he pulls me in for a hug. “Let me know if you need anything.” He tells me before letting Tatum and me into the dark warehouse.
“Zane.” Tatum whispers as her hand clutches into mine.
“It’s fine.” I finally whisper back, trying to ease her worry. I can’t see her face as I stop, turning around and smirking at her before pushing the door in front of us open.
The light filters over her face and I see her becoming even more confused as the music flows, meeting us on the stairs. “Where are we?”
“It’s a club.” Troy calls out from the door.
“Is it legal?” She asks me, leaning in.
“If it isn’t, are you not going to follow me?”
“I never said that.” She laughs. “I just need to know if someone makes a sudden movement or if cops show up how quickly I need to move.”
I laugh again, leaning further into her, whispering. “Trust me, I’ll make sure you know when that happens. You’re not disappearing on me that easy.”
She tugs her lip between her teeth. “Did you just say when?”
“Come on, isn’t the danger half the fun?”
