He didn’t use a helmet. She frowned at that. As he climbed on the bike, he took off the kickstand. She got on behind him and made sure her feet were in the right place. Then she wrapped her arms tentatively around his waist. Damn, he was so wide she could barely manage.
He grasped hold of her wrists and gave her a tug so she was firmly plastered against his back, her arms tight around him.
Oh wow.
Then the bike started up, the vibration pleasant underneath her.
She was starting to really see the appeal of this.
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She climbed off the bike, her legs almost giving way beneath her.
“Easy, little rebel.” A firm hand wrapped around her arm, steadying her. She didn’t care. She looked up at Duke, aware of the huge smile on her face.
A smile he couldn’t see because of her helmet. He pulled off her gloves and helmet. She didn’t care that her hair was probably a mess and that she no doubt looked like a crazy person; her grin didn’t fade.
“That. Was. Awesome!”
He laughed. “Liked that, did you?”
“Liked it? I loved it! It was so peaceful. I felt so free.” She ran her hand along his bike. “Maybe I should get one of my own.”
He took hold of her hand, squeezing lightly.
“I can see I’ve created a monster. Not sure I want you on your own bike, though.”
She pouted. “Why not?”
He drew her close, his arm around her waist. He held her helmet in his other hand. “Because I like you tucked up behind me, your arms around me, your little pussy snug against my ass.”
Her breath caught. She looked around the parking lot of the diner they’d pulled into but nobody was nearby. She licked her lips. If he could talk naughty, then so could she.
“I liked that too.”
She had no idea how to talk dirty. She wasn’t even sure what he said was considered dirty or whether she was just so inexperienced it seemed that way to her. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Oh, I can tell you liked it, babe.” Leaning in, he kissed her. He tasted delicious. Almost smoky even though she knew he didn’t smoke. Which had surprised her. Seemed she had a few stereotypes about bikers that had needed revising.
He drew back.
“Do you have a gun?” she blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow. “Uh, that’s kind of out of left-field.”
“Sorry.” She blushed. “I was just thinking I had a few misconceptions about bikers and I was wondering if you had one.”
“I do. But I keep it at home for protection.” He straightened. “Come on, let’s go have some lunch. This place has the best burgers. Then we better get home and get ready for work. I hear your boss is a real hard ass.”
“Hm, I’d agree with that,” she teased, glancing down at his ass.
He chuckled and she blushed. He let go of her to hold open the door to the diner for her. Something Greg would never have done, despite his lectures to her on the proper way to act.
What a douche.
She nearly blushed again as she thought that. Duke was becoming a bad influence. But in a very delicious way.
She followed him into a booth. This place was similar to the last one they went to.
“Have you eaten at all the diners in the local area?” she teased.