“I called the police.”
The man on the car jumped down and started mercilessly beating on the driver, who only stood there, trying to block the punches coming his way. Meanwhile, the driver inside the truck egged his partner on.
“Hit him again, Ray. Teach that cocksucker to move when someone blows at him!”
Calder removed his helmet and got off his motorcycle. Crazy Bitch expected him to help the car’s driver. Instead, he went to the door of the truck, jerking it open, then jerking the man out.
“This ain’t no business of yours!”
Calder pushed the man against the side of his truck, pinning his arms behind his back. “Make him stop.” Calder shoved his elbow into the back of the man’s squirming neck.
“Fuck you! Ray!” the man Calder was holding shouted for his friend.
The car’s driver collapsed to the pavement as Ray dropped him to go to his friend’s aid.
Drivers in front and behind them got out of their cars to watch, but no one made a move to help Calder get the two men under control. Some watching had their phones out, recording what was going on, while others were calling nine-one-one. The road was so congested she knew there wasn’t going to be a way for the police to reach them in time.
She started to get off the bike, but Calder saw her and gave her a warning glare that had her ass sinking back down.
Her attention was focused on Calder as Ray ran behind the truck, momentarily stopping when he saw his friend pinned against the truck by Calder. “You’re dead!” he yelled as he drew closer.
Calder threw the man he was holding at the larger one. Then he shifted on his feet, planting them slightly apart as he raised his fists in the air, preparing to meet the two men who didn’t have the balls to attack him on their own.
Their sarcastic chuckles were cut off when the burly one swung at Calder.
Ducking, Calder swiped his leg out, hitting both the men’s legs and making them stumble. Calder then straightened in one motion, planting one fist in the large man’s face and using his other hand to stop the driver from hitting him, pushing him back.
The man that Calder had struck gave a groan of rage and caught Calder in a bear hug, lifting him off his feet.
Crazy Bitch’s jaw dropped when Calder slapped his hands over the man’s ears so hard that he dropped him. Calder then swung the other man by the hand then grabbed him by the belt. He threw him over the side of the truck into the bed.
She grinned when she heard the slam of the man’s body on the hard metal.
Before the larger man could regain his equilibrium, Calder threw him into the bed on top of the other one.
“You okay?” Calder shouted to the driver who had been beaten.
“Yes, I think so.”
When the men started to raise their heads again, Calder turned his attention back to them.
“You want more?”
“No. We were just kidding around.”
“Then you’re in luck. I like kidding around, too.” Calder climbed into the truck, slamming the door closed.
“What are you doing?” The men started pounding on the back window.
Calder stuck his head out the window. “Having fun,” he answered as he maneuvered the truck into a grassy bank.
She expected to see him brake as it started rolling down the hill. He didn’t.
He opened the door and jumped. Onlookers went to watch the truck come to a stop as Calder came back to his bike.
“Hold on.”
Her smile slipped at his warning as he passed the car then went onto the grass to pass the line of cars.
She had known he was a good rider, but the skill he used to weave on and off the road surprised her.
When the shoulder turned to gravel, she felt the wheels skidding onto the road. He skillfully pulled the bike out of the skid to ride smoothly as he passed vehicles trying to get into the fairgrounds.
She jumped off the bike as soon as he found a spot, filled with unspent adrenaline. Making pretend karate chops, she said, “Those pussies are lucky you made me stay on the bike. I would have”—she gave a swish of her hand in a downward arc—“kicked their asses.”
“Whoa… Bruceina Lee, you don’t even know karate.”
“Those big bullies wouldn’t have known the difference when I was done with them,” she declared, giving another of her swishes that had Calder leaning his head back to avoid getting inadvertently chopped in the throat.
“If I’d known you would get so excited about men getting their asses kicked, I would have done it before.”
“Hot thang”—she jerked him toward her heaving breasts by his T-shirt—“you have no idea how hot it makes me.” She pressed a passionate kiss to his lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She tongue-fucked him as if there weren’t people walking past them.