Betad by kitchmill. Mistakes are my own.

Preread by Hoodie.


11


Masen and I stared at each other in amusement while the guys grabbed their jackets, hooting and hollering as they headed outside.

Taking my hand to help me up from the chair, Masen grabbed his own jacket, led me outside behind the biker brigade and into the cool night air. His matte black bike was parked right out front. It looked smooth and beautiful, just like him. I preferred it to the shiny ones.

"I don't know if I'm dressed for this," I pointed out, giving myself a hug and attempting to rub the goose bumps out of my arms. I knew better than to not carry a jacket with me this time of year. When the nights and early mornings were deceitfully cool but come noon you were sweating bullets.

"I got you covered," Masen said in the literal sense, covering my shoulders with his black leather jacket.

"Won't you be cold then?" I asked, pushing my arms through sleeves that were a tad too long. Pulling my hair out of the back, I laid it over my shoulder. It smelled like him. I resisted the urge to nuzzle my nose in it.

"Nah, I'll be all right. Always been especially warm-blooded. Besides, looks better on you." Masen looked me up and down. If he kept it up, I would also be too warm-blooded for a jacket.

"I only have one helmet so that'll go on you. Gotta protect that beautiful head of yours."

"What about yours? It doesn't need protecting?"

"Meh." He shrugged. "My ma's always tellin' me how I'm hard headed, so I should be okay."

That little tidbit about Masen's mom made me smile.

He buckled the old, army-style helmet under my chin then gave me a nice, chaste kiss on the lips before swinging his leg over the seat of his bike. Holding out his hand, he helped me straddle the seat behind him.

He explained where to put my feet and how to lean into the turns with him, promising if I trusted him and did what he said that the bike would not tip over. Even if it felt like it.

"Now hold on tight and keep close," Masen instructed—which wouldn't be a problem—before revving the bike to life.

Vibrations filled my whole body. I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek to Masen's spine, squeezing him around the middle to bring my front flush with his back.

Pulling out from his parking spot, he made a sharp U-turn to head in the opposite direction down the street. I hugged him impossibly tighter, my splayed palms closing around the material of his T-shirt until we leveled out, and then my palms opened back up to press into the hard muscles of his chest.

Having a man between my legs seemed like something new in and of itself. Having Masen there was indescribable, much like how it felt to have the cool air blowing on my face and through my hair.

I eventually opened my eyes to watch the world fly by us. Unlike in a car, I could feel how fast we were going. It was almost like a metaphor for our relationship. I could feel it going fast. Too fast, but also not fast enough.

The longer we rode the braver I became. First by peeling the side of my face from his back to look around.

After a while I noticed I was just tall enough that my mouth could reach the back of his neck. Resting my chin against him, I slowly worked up the courage to place my lips against his skin.

He seemed to like it, leaning back into me a bit so I could kiss around to the side of his neck. One of his hands released the handle to touch my leg then work its way up to squeeze my outer thigh.

I held him closer with one hand on his chest. The other slid down to his stomach just above his jeans.

Every part of me wanted my hand to go lower and touch him. I probably would have if my antics hadn't distracted him enough to swerve.

Releasing my leg, he put both hands on the handles to gain control of the bike. Instead of being frightened I found myself amused and I giggled, pressing my cheek to his back again until he found an area to pull off on the side of the road. We'd lost the guys a while ago.

"Wow, you can see the whole town from here. It's beautiful."

Twisting at the waist, Masen grabbed me around mine, somehow simultaneously lifting and pulling me to straddle the front of the bike and face him.

"You're beautiful. You know that?" he asked, yanking me forward by my legs and placing them over his. "And sexy." Burrowing his face in my neck, he slid his hands up my thighs to palm my ass. "So fucking sexy."

My heart damn near flew out of my chest with the combination of his voice and his lips moving against me. My panties were already soaked and probably seeping through my jeans.

This would have been the perfect time to be wearing the skirt I wore the last time we were together. I wanted him inside me so bad, I didn't even care if someone drove by and saw us.

Making his way up the side of my neck, he kissed my jaw, chin, then the corner of my mouth before enveloping my lips. They were already parted, my tongue eager to brush against his again.

I never, ever wanted to stop kissing him.

Masen broke away first to catch his breath. I continued kissing. His chin. His jaw. The regal length of his neck. Before I could work my way back up, he grabbed my face and brought my lips back to his, leaning forward to achieve dominance over me.

Something my body now knew it liked with the right person.

Squeezing my waist, he slid one hand up to cover my breast.

I moaned into his mouth, surprising myself since I'd never been particularly verbal in bed. Though we weren't in a bed. A fact we both came to realize when a car drove by, flashing their brights and yelling at us to get a room.

Water was thrown on the fire but the ashes were still hot. We laughed into each other's mouths and then he pulled back to help me get on the bike behind him.

"Where to now?" Masen asked, craning his neck to glance back at me.

Planting a lingering kiss on his jaw, I squeezed him around the middle. "You heard the man. Let's get a room."