Page 75 of Devil’s Disciples

I nodded eagerly as I fumbled with the helmet, unsure how to get it off. Baker grinned, reached for it, and unstrapped it.

“It’s not as easy as it looks,” he said.

“Show me.”

He lifted the nylon strap, poked it through the two metal rings, and threaded it back under one of the rings. “Just like that.”

“Okay. Next time, I’ll know.” I lifted my gaze to meet his. “There’ll be a next time, right?”

“If you want to.”

“I want to.”

He got off, and then reached for my hand. “Addictive, isn’t it?”

I stepped over the seat and stumbled when I tried to stand. I steadied myself against his chest. “I don’t even know…if I said what I’m thinking, you’d probably think I was crazy.”

“You might be surprised.”

I looked at the motorcycle. It’s black and yellow paint was polished to perfection. Sleek and powerful looking, its appearance alone was an invitation to get a speeding ticket. I shifted my eyes to Baker. “It’s all I want out of life right now.”

He coughed a laugh. “To go for a ride?”

“Uh huh.”

He folded his arms over his chest and gave me a look. “Why?”

My response was gibberish, but it came easy. “Nothing matters out there. There is nothing else. It just. It’s cleansing. I feel like I had an orgasm, got a manicure, pedicure, massage, and had a hot bath all at the same time. And, the wind. The wind washes all of life’s bullshit away.”

He put his hands on my shoulders. “That’s a pretty solid answer.”

“So. We can do it again?’

“We will.”

I was giddy with excitement. “Tomorrow?” I blurted.

He turned and draped his arm over my shoulder. “You want to go tomorrow?”

I liked how he put his arm around me. It was sneaky, but cute. Two weeks prior, it would have seemed out of place. On that night, it seemed perfect. I nestled up to his side as we walked to the elevator.

“I want to go every day.”

“Every day might be tough, but we can go as often as it makes sense.”

I rested my cheek against his shoulder. “Okay.”

We walked to the elevator in silence. The smell of oil, gasoline, leather and his familiar cologne merged into one sweet-smelling scent. I matched his walking pace, and allowed it to filter into my nostrils, and my memory.

It was something I never wanted to forget.

With his arm still holding me at his side, we got on the elevator. As the doors closed, he turned to face me. His eyes smiled.

And then, he kissed me.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me so close I could feel his heart beating against my chest. It wasn’t a powerful kiss in an aggressive sense. It was soft, meaningful, and extremely pleasing.

The passing of time paused, allowing the kiss to seem to last forever. I felt my heart being tugged closer to his as our tongues danced to a song that he and I seemed to somehow both be listening to. At some point, the elevator came to a stop.