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“No, then Steve and Paul.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. He grins. “Then Naomi and Heather. Now…” he gestures to them, smiling.
“Delilah and Jessica,” I say, and he beams. I shake my head. “Well, it’s just around the corner, so can Delilah and Jessica make it that far? I’d like to take you for a ride if that’s okay?”
He nods. “If we walk like civilized human beings instead of shoppers at the black friday sale we’ll be fine.” I chuckle and grab his hand.
I have to make myself move slower than I want to, but eventually we round the corner to where I parked my ride and I press the key fob, making the lights flash. I hear an audible gulp next to me and the grip on my hand tightens.
“Uh, on second thought,” he says, clear trepidation in his voice at the sight of my motorcycle, “I’m really, really tired all of a sudden. Maybe another time.” He tugs on my hand and I laugh and yank him forward. I extricate myself from his death grip and grab the extra helmet from the storage compartment. He pouts as I hold it out to him, that full bottom lip jutting out, begging me to kiss it again.
He groans.
“You might actually enjoy it,” I say.
“I might enjoy a colonoscopy, too, but the odds aren’t in my favor.” I laugh.
“Well?” I say after a moment of him just standing there, staring at the bike and biting his lip.
He lets out a defeated sigh. “Fine.” He reaches over and snatches the helmet out of my hand. I can’t keep from laughing. Then he steps closer and whispers. “But only because you’re sexy af and I want your dick in my ass. Sacrifices must be made.” I laugh again.
“You should name it.” He gestures to the motorcycle.
“Why don’t you name it?”
He grins.
“How about Ursula?”
“Like the sea witch?”
He nods.
“Any reason?” I say, arching an eyebrow.
“Yep, she’s bad ass and huge, not to mention the colors. It seemed appropriate.” I consider it and nod as I gaze at the large black and purple bike.
“Ursula it is.”
“She also crashes and burns at the end of the movie which is probably what will happen to us, so, you know.” Another laugh escapes me as I lift my jacket from his shoulders and hold it open for him. He slides his arms inside. It’s way too big but I can’t help liking the way he looks in my clothes, swallowing up his small frame. I make sure he has his helmet on correctly and then secure my own helmet before I climb on the bike. It’s smooth and sleek, and rides like a dream. I may be the tiniest bit obsessed with it. I slap the seat behind me. “Get on.” I smile when I feel his arms tighten around my middle. He’s pressed so close to me I can feel his heart beating against my back.
“I’m not sure our parents would approve of you risking your little brother’s life.”
“Hey, try and relax,” I tell him. “You’re safe with me. I promise.” He seems to relax at that, but then startles when the engine roars to life, and I can’t help but chuckle. I can practically see him pouting again, and he squirms against me. He’s burying his face in my shoulder blade and mumbling something that sounds like, “I’m too pretty to die.”
“Hold on!” I shout, and feel his grip on me tighten once more as I pull out of the parking spot and head down the street. Another yelp leaves his lips, and I smile as we make our way through the night with his hands pressed to my abdomen and the sound of the engine echoing in my ears.
“Still alive?” I ask as I turn off the engine and remove my helmet. He whips his helmet off as I climb off my seat. His face is flushed, his eyes are wide, and he’s breathing heavily. I can’t decide if he’s in shock and I start to panic for a brief second before that huge grin spreads across his face again.
“Fuck, that was epic! Who needs sex when you’ve got this thing?”
“You didn’t come in your pants, did you?” I tease him.
“Maybe,” he says, and I chuckle.
I hold my hand out to help him off the bike. His face flushes but he takes it.
“A gentleman,” he purrs, stepping towards me. He hands me my jacket. He’s so close I feel his warm breath ghosting over my face. “I hope that changes once we’re inside.” I suck in a breath and then he’s turning and walking up the front pathway to the door, his hips swaying. I groan and adjust myself in my jeans before I follow him.
Chapter Eleven
