“The fuck are you going?” Ayan’s still yelling, but Apollo pulls me in front of him and steps out into the cold. He slams the door behind us.
“Wherearewe going?” I ask, the exhilaration of what happened now turning toward rage.
I cannotbelieveI chose so poorly for my first boyfriend. That’s quite unlike me.
I refuse to be the girl who gets walked on. Not by him. Not by anyone.
“Wherever you want.” The warming bass of Apollo’s voice makes me feel safe. Or it could be the vodka.
We’ve already made it toDeltagrounds, and I glance around their garage. It’s filled with dangerous-looking cars and even wilder motorcycles. Not like my brother’s speed bikes. These are the kinds you ride across the country with and end up doing lines of meth in dirty bar bathrooms.
“I want a ride. Wherever. Just…get me out of here.”
His face seems to be set in a serious expression all the time. But at that moment, I spy a hint of a grin.
“Sure. I only have my motorcycle, and you’ll get cold?—”
“I don’t care.”
He shrugs. “Okay. Let’s go.”
three
Despite wearingboth my suit jacket and coat over her own parka, she shivers. Violently. At every red light, I reach back and rub her legs, trying to get them warm.
“Maybe this was a stupid idea,” I yell from under my helmet.
She shakes her head. “No! Go faster!” That’s all I can hear before I take off again.
Her hands slide around my chest, and it’s enough heat for me. It travels in waves down to where I want it to go… Especially when her nails dig into my skin as I pull the throttle down harder.
We pick up speed, turning down a country road, and her delighted squeal makes me grin. Wide and reckless. She sticks her legs out as I accelerate even faster. I can’t remember the last time I felt this free.
Wind whips across my body, which is only covered by my button-down and slacks. Hopefully, I don’t get these dirty. Dry cleaning’s a bitch.
Notentirelysure where to take her, I aim for the Maned Marauder’s hangout, The Underpass. Usually, there’s a bonfire going. And someone will have the game playing on a tablet so I can catch the Stallions’ score.
The old electrical rooms underneath the highway make cozy make-out spots. Not that I assume Scoutwantsmore. But the way she’s leaning into my back, and how tightly she’s holding on to me, says she might.
It’s been a long time since I kissed someone. Maybe two years. Longer?
Carrie was the last, and we broke up in sophomore year. So, yeah. Almost two years.
I’m not one for hook-ups. Especially after…
Well, it’s just not for me.
Butfuck, my cock is ready to go. Full-on throbbing. Excited a woman is this close to my body and actually wants to be there.
I cut the engine and slip off the bike, then help Scout. We remove our helmets, our eyes meeting with questions for one another. Her long, brunette hair is tangled at the ends, and I reach down to straighten a knot as she shrugs inside my coat. The hem reaches all the way to her calves.
“Thanks. I didn’t know a motorcycle could feel like that.” With a wiggle, she squeezes her legs together and crosses her arms. “My thighs are numb.”
I could make them tingle. Could make her entire compact body melt.Put her on my dick, spin her around…Fortunately, I don’t say any of that aloud.
She glances around the scattered leather-clad crowd. Most of the guys circle old metal bins, orange flames dancing out of them.
“You want to get warm?” I ask, nodding at the closest fire.