Grinder’s legs wrap around my legs, his arms circling my neck, but I’m not prepared and I begin falling backwards, trying to grasp on to anything I can. Which just so happens to be Grinder. Attempting to keep my head upright so I don’t smash it on the asphalt as I unceremoniously fall to my ass, I cling to Grinder and wince at the expected impact.
Only, it doesn’t come. Not as hard as I was anticipating, anyway.
Like something out of a Marvel movie, Parker’s run ends in a sliding stop and she lands where my head would have been,saving me from what I have no doubt would have been a serious injury.
“Ow.” From behind me, Parker’s grunt of pain is almost comical. “That slidey thing looks way less painful in the films.”
“Looks like I got a Doc sandwich.” Grinder, currently on top of me, is grinning like a loon, as though he didn’t just cause this mess of limbs in the parking lot.
“I love you, but let’s never do this again.” I smile and lift my head to kiss him before shoving him off me. He allows it, of course, or we’d have been there all night. His strength far surpasses mine.
“You’re on Tallulah with me, Doc.” Grinder holds out both his hands for me and Parker, helping us up in one swift move.
“I have my car.” Holding up my keys, I grimace, a little disappointed. The last time I rode with Grinder feels like a lifetime ago.
“That’s why I’m here.” Parker snatches my keys and begins pointing it toward the cars, in general. No actual direction.
She begins skipping toward my car when it lights up as she unlocks it, pausing before opening the door.
“I hope you keep snacks in your glovebox because I’m fuckin’ Hank marvin.”
“She means she’s hungry.” Grinder chuckles beside me. “I’ve spent enough time with her brother to catch some of the lingo.”
I glare at her and huff a laugh, shaking my head in amusement. “Sure. Help yourself.”
“Oh, I will. You may need a restock by the time I’m finished.” She winks and pokes out her tongue. “Anyway, hurry the fuck up. Mia went back to college before lunchtime and we’ve been at the hospital with Boner all since then. My stomach thinks I’ve cut my throat. Surprised you can’t hear the grumbles from there.” She slides into the car, effectively ending the conversation, before the sound of my engine comes to life,quickly followed by music so loud I think it could break my speakers.
“She’s grabbing pizza on the way home. Fuck, I love saying that. I wanna say it and not mean the clubhouse, soon. You up for that?” Grinder grabs my hand and leads me toward his motorcycle, casually launching life changing bombs like they’re a mere drop in the ocean.
But is it really such a bomb…?
No, I don’t think it is.
“Sure.” I grin, making no big deal about his huge question because it feels as natural as breathing. “But we’re gonna need a huge pantry with the amount that woman eats.”
“That was easy.” Biting his bottom lip, he gives me those sexy drowsy eyes that promise undeniable pleasure as he lifts one of the helmets and slides it over my head. He takes his time buckling me in, his rough fingers against my skin sending jolts of lightning straight to my cock.
Kissing my nose when he’s finished, he nods as though he’s completed his mission before sliding on his own helmet.
The ride home is as memorable as the last time we were on this motorcycle together. With my thighs hugging his and my chest up against his back, the kind of freedom this thing offers is like saving a life. The feeling of exhilaration is exactly the same in both circumstances.
There’s no detour or scenic route this time, and I can’t deny that I’m a little sad when the journey is over quickly and we’re pulling up through the gates of the old psychiatric hospital.
We beat Parker, which isn’t surprising, and I climb off the back of the motorcycle once the engine stops rumbling. Grinder follows, grasping my wrists when I move to unclip my helmet. I can hear his soft breathing through the helmet mic, and while I can’t see his face, it doesn’t take a genius to picture his smirk.Bringing my hands down to my sides, he then reaches back up and slowly removes my helmet before he whips off his own.
“We need to do this more often.” He gestures to his motorcycle and hums happily.
Standing there for a moment, we just take each other in, basking in the absolute peace that surrounds us, but my thoughts begin to take over and I take a deep breath.
“Don’t worry, Pepper is being looked after by the Khunts. He’s been lovin’ all the attention and isn’t going hungry. Hey…” Gripping my chin, Grinder brings my face back up to look at him instead of our feet. “That’s not what’s bothering you, is it?”
I wish it was.
I shake my head.
“Let’s go inside, I’ll give you a massage and we can talk?”
This man.