Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“What do you mean?”

He laughs as the beast roars to life. The vibration makes me gasp. It’s like sitting on one massive toy.

He peers over his shoulder over with a blinding white grin. “Was I right?”

I nod my head as moisture builds between my legs. I can’t remember the last time I addressed my womanly needs. They, like so many other things, were put on the back burner as I struggled to survive.

“Feet go onto the pegs just the way you have them now, arms around my waist.”

I wrap my arms around him and press my chest against his black. His leather smells like man, musk, and the outside. His warm engulfs me, sinking into my bones, and chasing away the permanent chill.

“Hold me like you mean it, girl.”

I tighten my grip, and he covers my hand with his calloused palm. “Much better. I want you to hold on to me tight as you can if you’re scared, and breathe in and out. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I yell to be heard over the rumble wreaking havoc on my long neglected nether regions. I shift.

“I’m taking you up the Sunrise Highway through the Laguna Mountains.”

I nod my head against his back.

“Hold on.” He takes off, and I put him in a stranglehold as we jerk forward.

My chest grows tight. I open my mouth and breath in and out, focusing on the solid warmth of his body, the musk of his scent, and the rumble of the bike beneath me. The wind tugs at my ponytail and my stomach drops to my feet. Tears well as I struggle to breathe through the ache in my chest and the trembling of my limbs. I can do this. I can do this. I continue to breathe through my nose slow and steady like I’m doing Yoga. Jagger isn’t going to hurt me. He’s not Brooks.

Painfully slowly, seconds become minutes, and breathing becomes easier. I pry my eyelids open.

The scenery flies by, disappearing from view like magic. It’s a new way of experiencing travel on the road. We leave the streets and get onto Sunrise Highway. Tall trees line either side of the street. The sun winks through the branches, and I’m enchanted. Minute by minute I slowly relax and begin to enjoy the ride. It’s a huge victory winning over the attacks that have at times paralyzed me. I feel like I’m in the middle of a Bob Ross picture. The pines with their thin branches and the brilliant blue sky bring peace to my troubled soul.

The land changes as we climb along the highway. The trees taper off, and mountains covered with lush green vegetation replace them. The vibration of the bike keeps my wet, and the feel of his lithe body between my thighs contributes to my arousal. I should be embarrassed, but it feels so good, I can’t muster the decency to be the tiniest bit ashamed. I rest my cheek on his back. It’ll be awhile before I’m brave enough to fully use the seat behind me, but I like the security that comes with having it there.

I’m sad, but relieved when we turn around. My body isn’t used to being on a bike, and he’s keeping his promise.

Back in the Walmart parking lot he puts down the kickstand and lowers his feet to the ground. He turns to me. “So, what did you think?”

I act on instinct, rising up on shaky legs to connect out mouths. His lips form an O of surprise, and I plunge my tongue home, gripping his leather clad shoulders for support as I suck on his tongue. He tastes like mint and man. It’s a heady combination that goes straight to my head. I pull back and trace his lips before I slump back down in my seat.

“I guess you like the ride?”

“So much,” I breathe.

He pats my thigh. “Good, cause we’ll be taking plenty more of them.” He climbs off the bike and holds out his hand. “Let me help you down. You might have jelly legs after your first ride. It’s been nearly an hour.” I take his hand and get down on shaky legs. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “I got you.”

It’s surreal this support and care from a man who’s still very much a stranger. I press my palms against his chest and lean back to meet his gaze.

“You hungry?”

I nod my head. He didn’t ask me what I was hungry for.

“You should stop looking at me like that, B.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me inside you as much as I want to be there.”

“Oh.” I can’t hold back the moan that bursts me.

“Give me your keys, pretty one. I’ll drive, and you can recover your land legs.”