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I passed her the helmet, but soon she realized she couldn’t pull it over her head with that bun sticking up. So she groaned and undid the knot, letting her curls flare wildly around her face. The way she looked went straight to my cock, so I tore my eyes away.
“Don’t say a word,” she huffed, pulling the helmet over her head. The ends of her hair stuck out under the red and black helmet, and I had to smile at her with the middle finger sticker on the side of her head.
“I didn’t say anything,” I replied, trying and failing to fight my smile. “Now get on.”
She placed her palm on my shoulder, the spot heating instantly under her touch. The bike shifted as she threw her leg over and then placed her feet on the foot pegs behind mine.
“Can I hold on to you?” she asked.
“Depends on where,” I teased over my shoulder. “The lower the better.”
She rolled her eyes and put her hands around my solid middle. Something about her soft hands and forearms sent my blood thrumming. That was until she pressed her full chest to my back. And damn, if anyone was getting a boner, it wasn’t her, and it wasn’t because of the bike.
I took a breath and did my old trick of listing off the parts of an engine to keep my mind from picturing her riding me on this bike.
Pistons...
Valve spring...
Spark plugs...
And it took a little of the edge off as I kicked the bike into gear and took off down the street.
She shrieked just loud enough for me to hear and gripped me tighter, and it took all I had not to push the bike to the max and get Della holding on to me with all her strength.
But I kept my promise, going under twenty until Della’s house came into view. I navigated the bike to park behind her car, uncomfortable at the squeeze in my chest at our ride being over.
Regardless of my feelings, I waited as she stepped off, balancing herself on the gravel. Then I got off the bike, putting the kickstand in place. I turned just in time to see her step back and tugged the helmet straight off her head.
Her hair expanded in a giant poof, and I held back a laugh, despite my eyes shining with a smile.
“You suck,” Della huffed, smoothing her hair. She bent over and used gravity to pull her hair into a knot atop her head.
I watched in fascination as her shirt slid up, showing a sliver of her pale lower back. Her leggings were just sheer enough to see the outline of her thong underneath. I bit down on my lip, hard.
Camshaft...
Timing belt...
Oil filter...
She stood up straight, cheeks pink with blood flow. “Thank you for the ride. It wasn’t as bad as I expected.”
“That’s what every guy wants to hear,” I returned with a smirk.
She shook her head at me with a smile. “Can I get you a drink, as a thank you?” she suggested, nodding toward her house.
And even though I really wanted a drink and to see where things could lead, I had standards of my own.
Standards that included not fucking your sister-in-law’s love-obsessed best friend and pissing off everyone in the family when it didn’t end well.
“I better not,” I finally said, taking the helmet back from her. “But call me next time you need a not-so-bad ride.” I couldn’t help the wink I added at the end.
Her laugh did strange things to my chest, like it always did. “Will do. Goodnight, Hayes Madigan.”
“Goodnight, Moonshine.”
I waited until she was safely inside her house to rev my engine and head the motorcycle back toward home. I was getting a major hard-on, and the bike’s vibration wasn’t helping at all.