“You’ll see. For now, just learn how to be on the bike without falling off or killing me.”
We drove for another two hours. I spent plenty of time making her go around curves and turns, speeding up and slowing down. She screamed when I slammed the brakes, the bike tipping forward just enough to make her fall onto me more as she cursed.
“What are you doing?” she yelled, holding me tighter. “Don’tdo that again.”
“Okay, I won’t,” I said, smiling. “You better hold on very,verytight, Rebel. I would hate to put that helmet to use the first day.”
“What—”
Her words cut off as I sped up and pulled the bike onto the back wheel. She screamed again, holding on tighter as I kept it up. I made it another hundred feet down the road before dropping back down. Her hands let me go the second she was steady, smacking at my shoulders.
“Why. Would. You. Do. That?” she yelled, a smack coming with each word.
“Because you did fine. I didn’t think you would fall off. Not completely, at least.”
“You’re the worst.”
“Yet you get on the bike every single time.”
That seemed to shut her up, but her arms held onto me still.
I stayed on the winding road, leaning the bike back and forth until she finally leaned with me and relaxed. Soon, her arms weren’t grabbing me in death grips and her body wasn’t a board behind me. We kept going deeper into the forest, the trees thickening as we made it to the next town and made our way up the small mountain.
“Are we going somewhere specific?” she asked, her hands moving from the tank to my legs as the road straightened out.
“Yes. Like I said, something Evie set up.”Her hands moved higher up my thighs, reaching my groin.“Rebel,” I said, trying to hide my groan as her hand moved over me.
“Yes?”
The bike slowed as she continued her exploration. Soft hands slipped under my shirt, my stomach clenching at the touch. She moved over the scars, her fingers trailing over them with a softer touch before going up and over my chest. I was glad the bike would hide the shiver that ran through me. Her nails glideddown. The light scratch over my stomach to the top of my jeans made me want to lose my mind.
I sat up more, and she took the invitation. Once again, she surprised me. Every time I thought she would retreat, Regan pushed forward and acted like the rebel I knew she wanted to be. Ever since the first night, she had taken every challenge to do whatever I asked of her. I should have known she would push this, too.
Her hands ran over my jeans, my cock already hard from being felt up by her. I rarely had anyone ride with me. It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable with someone on with me, I just didn’t prefer it. Regan, though, was finally getting the hang of it. She was also getting the hang of feeling me up when I sat defenseless to her hands.
It was a blissful torture, and I didn’t want it to stop.
She ran over my length again, a small appreciative moan echoing through my helmet and turning me on more.
“Is this because of me or do you just really like riding your bike?” she asked, almost laughing.
“I do like my bike, but I promise that’s not what I’m currently thinking about fucking.”
She froze, her hand resting on my cock before she pressed the slightest bit harder. I groaned, wanting to press into it, but I couldn’t in this position.
“You are going to hate the moment I stop this bike.”
“And why’s that?”
I swerved the bike back and forth between the lines. Night had fallen, the moon already coming up now.
“Because I’m going to catch you, Rebel,” I said as her other arm draped over my shoulder, her fingers brushing along my neck. “And I’m putting every damn inch of this to use when I do.”
The abandoned house finally rose in the night, the darkened windows and sagging porch looking as bad as I remembered it. We came here once in a while. It used to be more for partying. Now it was when Evie wanted to change things up for whatever event she needed us to celebrate.
The cool night rushed over me as I pulled off my helmet, the scent of decay and damp ground making me relax. I liked it here, the calm, quiet making me feel at home.
“Thisis where we are going?” Regan asked, swinging off the bike.
