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I’ve never smoked a cigarette a day in my life, but something makes me head to the exit so that I can join her. It might be the way her voice lures me in with just a few words, or the way her tight ass shakes in her dark jeans as she walks away. It definitely helps motivate me.
Outside, she leans against the wall, her phone against her ear, as she chats with someone. When she spots me, she waves. “Gotta go, I’ll call you later.”
“Hey.” Andrea slides her phone into the back pocket of her jeans, resting one foot against the wall. Her hair falls over her shoulder, the light from above hits it just right, making her brown locks shine.
“Can I bum one?” I ask.
Pulling out her Lucky Strikes, she hands me the pack. After taking one out, I hand it back and slide the cigarette between my lips. She brings her hands towards my mouth, lighting my cancer stick for me. When she pulls away, her fingertip brushes against my bottom lip. I close my eyes, willing my cock not to harden from the gentle touch.
“You a biker, Colby?” Andrea asks, inhaling her smoke.
“How’d you guess?” I raise an eyebrow, giving her a smirk to imply my bad boy side.
“The bike.” She nods her head at the bike sitting in the front lot of the bar. “I’ve never been on one.”
I turn, glancing at my bike. I don’t answer, so she elaborates. “Your leather jacket and riding boots might have given it away, too.”
“I can take you for a ride sometime.” I shouldn’t, I should leave this bar and never, ever return. Relationships don’t go well with me in general, let alone when I’m trying to infiltrate an organized crime ring.
“Okay.” She puts her cigarette out and drops it in the ashtray. “Let’s go.”
“What? Now? You’re working. And I gotta close my tab.” I offer an attempt to give her an out.
“You can close it with me later.” Her grin is mischievous and her eyes sparkle as she skips off the sidewalk, towards my bike.
I follow her without putting up much of a fight. My conscience wants me to stop, to make an excuse and get the fuck out of there. But I don’t. Instead, I hand her my helmet and sink onto my ride. Her eyes hold mine as she fastens the chin strap, then grabs my bicep to help her swing her leg over. Her arms snake around my waist as she hugs me from behind, a warmth radiating from my spine and into my neck.
“Look at that. We’re a perfect fit.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand upright as she whispers in my ear. The heat of her breath leaves a dampness on my skin. “Take me for a ride, Colby.”
I swallow hard at the sound of my new name. Revving the engine, I kick up the stand and back the bike out of the parking lot. Andrea squeezes me tightly as we drive away.
Once I hit the open road outside of the city limits, I don’t stop, and she doesn’t seem to mind. Her hands squeeze me tightly around my waist, a reminder of her presence. She doesn’t complain once. I’m grateful that she rides in silence, because I don’t think I could handle the sound of her soft voice teasing me, or the contact of her lips against my ear.
Not that the silence matters when I feel her fingers digging into my waist, and her tits squished tightly against my back as I make a turn. Her hair flows freely, untied, so on the open road, the wind shuffles it around, and some of it gets in my mouth.
I’m not used to having anyone on my bike, but it feels good to have her squeezing me, holding onto me for dear life. She trusts me and she doesn’t even know me.
An hour and a half later, we return to the bar.
I’m not sure what the fuck is wrong with me, or why I am struggling to maintain something normal with this girl. I do know, if I let her kiss me, it will be game over. She shouldn’t be pulled into this life with me. This is all temporary. One year and I will be a ghost, and Andrea’s heart will be broken. And it will leave her mourning someone who never truly existed.
Andrea places her hands on my shoulders and swings her leg around to climb off the bike, then gives me a playful punch to my arm. The sound of feet stomping toward us causes our heads to turn towards the bar. The bartender from earlier is making his way over. His shoulders are broad and his eyebrows pinched in anger. He is definitely taller than me, and even bigger in the chest. I am toned and have muscular arms, but his chest is made of brick, and for a moment, I consider how to get out of this without fists flying.
I don’t have to think long because Andrea steps in front of me as he approaches, placing her hand on his chest as she looks up at him. The touch seems to cause the tension in his jaw to loosen.
“And where the fuck have you been?” His voice booms, as his chest rises rapidly with his breathing. “You think it’s smart to get on a bike with a stranger in a bar? That’s how you get sliced, Andrea. You’re lucky this guy didn’t hurt you.”
I have to agree with him, even though I personally wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt her. Anyone could walk into that bar and pretend to be someone they weren’t.
Like me, when I gave her my undercover name.
Now I’m angry with her myself.
“Oh, calm down.” She removes her hand from him and crosses her arms. “I’m in one piece, aren’t I?”
“You can’t run off without telling me. I had no idea if you’d been hurt.”
“Okay. Well, I drove my car. I’ll see you later.” She dismisses him with a wave, eyebrows raised dramatically, other hand on her hip.
