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Fuck me.
The smell goes straight into my brain as if I sniffed a line of cocaine.
I slide down the road before I haul him over and do something that will definitely send him running.
It’s windy and I don’t reduce my speed. Gravity forces Bran to be glued to me, his chest pressed to my back, his fingers digging into my shoulders, and his thighs rubbing against mine.
Note to self: I should take him on more rides.
Though that depends on what he says tonight, because I won’t let him have his way anymore.
It’s time we do itmyway.
I take a longer route to the penthouse, relishing the feel of his body pressed up against me. And just to fuck with him, I speed up.
His fingers grip my shoulders tighter.
“It’s easier if you wrap your hands around my waist,” I shout over the wind.
“No way in hell.”
“No one will know it’s us. Chill, my dude.”
“I’m not your dude! And I’m not wrapping my arms around your waist like some girl.”
“No girl has wrapped her arms around my waist while I’m riding. Simon might have, though,” I taunt.
His blunt nails dig into my shoulders and I can feel them through the jacket. He’s definitely not doing this to hold on to me.
“One more reason not to do it.” He sounds strained, battling against the anger rolling off him in waves.
Did I mention that I love pushing his buttons?
“What if I tell you no one but you has been on my bike?”
“You just said Simon wrapped his arms around you.”
“I was messing with you.”
“Fuck you.”
I hit the brakes for a bit and he slams further into my back. This time, he wraps his arms around my waist, fingers interlacing at my abs.
I could get used to this.
Just when I’m considering delaying the trip home, the floodgates open and rain pours down, and we’re drenched in seconds.
“Fucking UK weather, am I right?” I shout.
I can feel the rumble of his chest against my back, but he speaks evenly. “It is what it is.”
“Take it or leave it, huh?” I ask, and I’m not sure if it’s about the weather anymore.
“I guess,” he says quietly.
I get us to the building and park my bike in the underground parking lot, then hop off and remove my helmet.
Thankfully, I didn’t get my hair wet. The rest of me is another story, though.
