“What?” Glancing around him, seeing the checkpoint that’s quickly approaching. “Shit.”
Out of habit, I’m already reaching behind me.
“What you wanna do, Sketch?”
“If we stop, we’re exposed.”
He says nothing, and I know what he’s actually worried about.
“If we stop, you’re exposed.”
“Tuck the plate.”
“Already done.”
“Hold on.” His chuckle comes through the helmet.
“You sure you still got it?” I tease him.
His head snaps around as he raises his visor just so I can see his eyes. “I still fucking got it, baby.” Echoes through my helmet before he pushing his visor down.
Tucking my body around him more, as he crouches lower and I peek over his shoulder. The officers don’t notice us; the ones who aren’t at the cars are all standing around oblivious. I can see the instant they catch the sound of the engine approaching because they look up with shocked expressions. Both of our laughs mix in the helmets.
The bike revs underneath me as it propels forward. Watching as a couple of the men scramble towards their cruisers, but he swerves up onto the sidewalk as we blow past them, picking up speed.
I can’t stop the grin as it spreads across my face.
My heart races as I feel us slowing down, almost coming to a complete stop at a light.
“About time.” He mutters as I catch the red and blue flashing lights in the side-view mirror. And we’re bolting through the intersection.
“Are you fucking with them?” I can’t help but ask him.
The only response he gives is a quick chuckle.
Veering onto the on-ramp to get on the freeway, the lights still flashing from behind. As we merge on, Eli pulls down on the throttle, gaining speed quickly, the lights already fading from behind us. Gripping tighter as he weaves us through traffic and merges off the freeway in the direction of my apartment.
We slow down, coming back to almost a normal pace, and I know he’s constantly looking into the mirrors behind us.
Glancing behind us before pulling into the parking lot of the complex, riding up next to my car underneath the covered spots, to hide a heat signature… just in case.
“Come on.” He’s hopping off the bike, reaching over to me with one hand as he grabs my bag out of the saddlebag.
Gripping him as we rush across the parking lot and up the two flights of stairs into my apartment. Eli’s already unlocking the door before he tugs me in behind him, the door slamming shut as soon as we clear it.
We’re moving over to the counter as he lifts me up, placing me on top, and his hands are sliding up my dress, sliding my panties to the sides and slipping his fingers into me. My hands fumbling with his waistband and shoving them down his legs, his fingers quickly moving over before he’s slamming inside me.
The adrenaline still coursing through us.
His arms wrapping from underneath my arms, wrapping around and hooking onto my shoulder as he pulls me roughly against him. Our moans harmonizing together. Looking into the mirrored visor, unable to see his eyes, somehow making it that much hotter.
My heels digging into his ass as I pull him into me. Feeling myrelease building as his hips piston into me.
“Fuck,” he gasps through my helmet, his hands tightening on me as his orgasm takes over.
Feeling him tugging on the helmet as he uncovers my face, before following with his own. Our lips finding each other.
His grin wide as he looks at me, it brings one to my own face.
