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Clearly, my question wasn’t so silent. I have never ridden a motorcycle before. Every time I see one, it intrigues me. But I don’t really hang around people that much, let alone men who ride. Well, I guess that’s changed since I started my new job.
Reaper senses my discomfort and pulls me close. “Trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. My confession brings a smile to his face, which brings a matching one to mine.
He pulls a helmet out of his bag and hands it over to me. I stare at the black helmet with pink and purple racing stripes down the center, and reach out hesitantly for the item. I can tell by the look that it’s a female helmet. But whose? Does he keep an extra helmet around for all the females he picks up?
“I can see your wheels turning. It’s Marley’s,” Reaper explains, and my jealousy disintegrates.
With the owner of the helmet out of the way, Reaper helps me put it on and fasten it. With a knuckle tap on my head and a smile, he climbs on the bike and holds his hand out for me.
Reaper gives instruction on how to mount the bike and a quick safety talk. When the bike rumbles to life, I shriek at the sound, and tighten my hands on his shoulders. I watch his shoulders shake and I know he’s laughing at me, but so I am. The sound and the vibrations caught me by surprise.
He takes my hands and wraps them around his middle, at the same time pulling me closer. His back to my front. “Hold on,” he yells and then maneuvers the bike to release the kick stand.
Within moments, were off, a slow pace as he leaves the parking lot. But once he’s on the main drag to town, he picks up speed. I hold him tighter, wishing that this would never end.
ChapterFive
Reaper
Pulling into Big Al’s Pizza, I argue with myself about whether I need lunch or another thirty minutes of riding around town with Baily at my back. The only females to grace the back of my bike have been my sisters. There have been other women who have tried, but I knew I wanted to reserve that spot for someone special.
Bailey is that someone special. She may not know it, but I hope she realizes it soon, and hops on board. These past two weeks have been longing looks and day dreams. I don’t normally hold back from what I want, but I knew the Bailey was shy, more on the innocent side. I didn’t want to scare her away before I even had a chance. But if the looks she been passing to me are what I believe them to be, then we’re on the same page, or headed there real soon.
The guys have been razing me since she started working at the garage. They knew I was interested when they saw my reaction when she interviewed and according to most of them; I was a goner the moment she stepped out of the car.
Watching her blossom out of her shell with the guys has been a thing of beauty. She’s gotten quick with her zingers and I see the appreciation on my brother’s faces when she continues to be down to earth and not up their asses because they’re in a motorcycle club. Biker bunnies are real, and while they may be easy for the night, what they want is a long-term commitment to the biker life of parties and sex.
After shutting the bike down and releasing the kick stand, I pat Bailey’s knee; she widens her legs and releases her hold on me. I feel the loss of her heat immediately, but step off the bike as she scoots back. “You ready to eat?” I ask her as I hold my hand out to help her off.
“Starved,” she replies as she stands on wobbly legs.
With her hand in mine, we walk into the restaurant and take a seat in the far corner. With my back to the wall, I can see in the kitchen and the entrance. Bailey sits across from me, playing with the wrapped utensils, her head cast down to her hands as she fidgets. I can see her wheels turning, but I don’t want her overthinking this. I want her to enjoy our lunch, with hopes that it will happen again.
“Bailey,” I call to get her attention on me. She raises her eyes first and then sits up straighter in the cracked vinyl booth. “What this is between us, this spark or chemistry. We’re gonna feel it out, yeah?”
Her eyes widen, but her lips turn up, and I have my answer. “What do you feel … Reaper?” she hesitates with my club name, and I feel the hesitation too.
“When it’s us, I’m Micah. I never should have told you different.” When my name comes from her lips, a feeling settles over me. She’s meant to be mine.
“No, it’s fine Reap, ah Micah. I understand. But what made you change your mind?” Her curiosity is genuine, and an opening to tell her how I feel, what I want. Before I can respond, the waitress stops by to take our drink orders and lets us know the lunch specials.
“Do you know what you want?” I ask her as the waitress walks away.
“I do, but I’m sure that you’ll laugh when you hear. It’s all fine and good until I add the last ingredient.”
I cock my head at her and smirk, wondering what the last ingredient is. “Well, now, I’m intrigued.”
“Ham, green peppers, onions …” she pauses, watching me diligently as she builds the suspense to the last ingredient. “And pineapple.”
I try to hide my disgust, but my brain doesn’t work fast enough to tell my mouth to stay shut. “Pineapple? Woman, are you crazy?”
She giggles at my outburst, but she holds strong with her reply. “Not crazy. I just know what I want.” Her eyes hold mine, and the shock of her boldness means game on.
“Me too,” I reply.
The waitress breaks the sexual tension with her arrival and places our drinks on the table. “Do y’all know what you want?” She asks as she rummages through her apron for her pad of paper.
