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Trust was tough for me to give. The only person who had ever received my full trust was my father, and yet when Aiken reached back at every stop to reassuringly rub my knee, I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
He was the asshole.
The dealer.
The biker.
All the things I should be afraid of and stay away from, and yet, I found myself trusting him with my life. It didn’t make any sense to me, but when I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and became one with the wind, I never felt more at peace. I never wanted the ride to end.
When we turned onto my road, instead of feeling relief for being in my safe place, I felt sad that the ride would be over soon.
The yard was empty, and the house was dark. They hadn’t even left the front porch light on for me to navigate my way inside if I happened to get home after dark. Thankfully, it was still light out.
Did they even think about me at all?
Aiken cut the engine on his bike and climbed off. He removed his helmet, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and hung it on the handlebar. Then he pulled his handkerchief down around his neck, revealing his perfect nose, thick lips, and the bad boy piercings.
I swallowed, my stomach growing tight in a way I had never felt before. It wasn’t unease; it was something else entirely.
“I’ll help you off. The mufflers are hot.”
Then as if I weighed nothing, he pulled from the bike, one arm behind my back and one beneath my knees. I wrapped my arms around his neck for a brief second before he set me down.
“Thanks,” I said, swaying on my feet.
He moved close, tugged the helmet from my head, and chuckled when he saw how ruffled my hair was. I attempted to smooth it down, but with naturally curly hair, humidity, and now a hard bike ride, it wasn’t going to happen.
His eyes scanned the yard and its lack of cars.
“No one’s home,” he said, stating the obvious.
I waved his words away. “It’s fine. No one’s ever home.”
His green eyes penetrated my face, scanning from my brows down to my chin.
“Are you going be okay out here by yourself?”
I snorted. “Seriously, I’m always alone. I’ll be fine.”
He blinked, and his expression softened.
“Listen, I know you think I'm a dick when I tell you to stay away, but I’m serious when I say The Strip’s not a place for you.”
It wasn’t. I was totally out of my element there. And yet, I loved the rush of being on the sidelines when two racing bikes flew by. Being somewhere filled with strangers without breaking down into a pile of nerves made me feel invincible.
“Maybe that’s why I like it there,” I said.
“You shouldn’t. It’s not safe for a girl like you.”
“A girl like me?”
Why was I so different?
What was it about me that made me so insignificant?
“You’re different. Most girls from out of the area go to The Strip to take a ride on a biker’s cock.”
His words made me blush, and his eyes caressed my burning cheeks.
