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Soon she calmed down, grew accustomed to the sensations, and quickly fell under the spell of the rhythm of being on a motorcycle at speed. The intoxicating vibrations of the throbbing engine and those two big tires covering miles of blacktop thrilled her.
How have I lived so long without trying this?
Even now she couldn’t escape the comic idea of them flying down the road and passing Donna Turnbull in her green Volvo and slowing down to wave at her.
“What on earth were you doing on a motorcycle, Tessa?” she’d hear on Monday. “And with that… biker?”
Now she relaxed as the bike took her up the coast, and speed had never felt so wonderful. The question was where were Jett and Ronan taking her? More to the point, what was she getting herself into? Being with two men was outside her realm of experience. Being with two men like these was uncharted territory. Although they were polite, almost refined, she was smart enough to know that different subcultures, like bikers, invariably had different codes of conduct. And she knew nothing about them beyond the barbarians the movies made them out to be.
Certainly, Ronan was more confident than most men she knew, and Jett had an underlying strength that made her believe he wasn’t all bravado and swagger, but beyond that? Well, Ronan was also an ex-con. A man who’d been punished for a major crime—someone who had taken a life. But soldiers took lives, and no one thought that meant they were a danger.
Tessa had her doubts and her anxieties. She also knew there was only one way to find out what Ronan and Jett were really like. It meant taking a gamble, but Ronan had surprised her by offering her a baby step, a chance to taste spending some time with them, experiencing something that they thought was wonderful—the open road on a motorcycle.
Already she knew she would enjoy doing a lot of this. It was truly glorious. If Ronan and Jett turned out to be… well, if she liked them, then she would enjoy spending a lot of time with both, a lot of time on the back of their bikes and eventually in their arms. Being near either of them already made her heart pound faster.
She’d dreamt about them last night. She’d woken during a vivid dream in which they were making passionate love to her. She didn’t normally put a lot of stock in dreams, but it had seemed so good, so real, that she couldn’t ignore just how wonderful it made her feel. She’d never fantasized about a threesome before, but now, it was uppermost in her mind.
Some of that was loneliness—she’d been celibate for a long time. And for her, dreaming wasn’t the same as doing, of course. And yet, clearly, they liked her, or they wouldn’t have asked her to come on the ride. And she liked them enough to want to see where it led, or she wouldn’t be where she was right now.
The tricky part was what came next. There were questions that could only be answered once she was spending time with them in their element. Did they see her as a conquest? Was she a novelty to them? Did they think she viewed them as a bucket list item, as something to scratch off as an experience?
Was the goal simply to get her relaxed enough that she’d let them fuck her? There was the prospect that having sex with someone like her got them points with their club. But it was unfair of her to assume they weren’t genuinely interested in her or had an ulterior motive for wanting to know her.
So she’d taken this gamble, this tentative step into their world. And she was glad.
How many baby steps do you take before you try to walk toward a goal? And how well did you ever get to know a person anyway? She’d slept with men she thought she knew, men that came from her world, only to find she didn’t know them at all, and she’d misjudged their intentions. Others had been disappointments in other ways. There were no guarantees.
Ronan downshifted and turned the bike up a hill. She felt the G force as he leaned the bike and powered back up, getting up to speed and then shifting back to the higher gear, his movements as graceful as those of a dancer in a ballet. She was swept up in it and felt herself simultaneously swept up in her feelings for this powerful man and his friend even more than the sensations of riding the bike.
Heady stuff, Tessa.
In the warm afternoon,Ronan pulled the bike into the lot of a small cafe perched on the end of a pier, out over the water, where Jett had already parked. The three of them watched as seagulls and terns circled and played, and a one-legged seagull stood on a pier piling, looking unconcerned, almost regal, as they ate hamburgers and onion rings at a table under an umbrella.
Tessa felt carefree… as if they had forever ahead of them and no concerns. She hadn’t felt that way in a long time. Too long. It made her want to stay inside the bubble of that moment.
Actually, her feeling was of being carefree and also wanted—sexually. She ate her meal aware of the delicious looks Ronan and Jett were giving her. Ronan’s light blue eyes watched her every movement with rapt attention, and Jett’s green eyes twinkled with a knowing sexuality that invited her to have her way with him. They both seemed to be wondering too.
It pleased her that they were also trying to determine what would happen next. She knew it as certainly as she knew how to breathe, that they’d brought her here with no plan but discovery. They had driven her to this place, telling her how great the food was, and she’d found everything fresh and delicious. With their intensely flattering focus on her, she wondered if they even tasted their food. It was all exciting and slightly embarrassing. It also assured her that she wasn’t imagining the sultry current she felt running between herself and the two men.
When they’d finished, they sipped iced tea and sat for a time. She wanted to talk, to exchange ideas, learn about each other, but words didn’t come. A comfortable silence enshrouded them, and none seemed willing to destroy it. She felt good.
At some point, without her even noticing, Jett had taken one of her hands while Ronan claimed the other, and they held her gently. Then, as the shadows lengthened, Ronan smiled. “We’d better head back.”
“Now?” A flicker of disappointment coursed through her.
“I made a promise to a beautiful lady. I intend to keep it.”
Her heart ached. She didn’t want to leave, yet she’d been the one to set a time, to insist they get her home. This had been nothing but a test—she needed to see if they would honor that promise. And now that it seemed they would, part of her wanted to take back the demand, to just let time flow on.
That way led along a dangerous path—one she wasn’t yet ready to take. Not yet.
If you’re going to ease your way into this, stick to your guns, Tessa.
“I guess we should.”
Ronan didn’t blink, but she saw something flicker in his face. After a moment, she felt sure it was approval. But what was he approving of? Perhaps he liked strong women, women who knew their own minds. Or maybe it was something else. These were early days. You couldn’t trust reading the expression of someone you barely knew, even if it seemed right. You couldn’t expect to know a person after one ride up the coast no matter how exhilarating it had been.
And she had the return ride to look forward to, this time holding onto Jett
