I lean into the turn on my Ducati Diavel 1260 motorcycle, Alexa holding me tight from
the back. I’ve only ever owned one helmet, never having had a passenger on any of my bikes with me and never wanted one…until now. She wears the helmet and my riding jacket, to protect her in case of anything, not that I’m going to let anything happen.
We’re not going fast, but I’m squeezing the handlebars with a death grip, knowing I lost so much time waiting to make her mine. Not only that, the feeling of her hugging me from behind, trusting me enough to go back to my place and keep her safe while doing so has my rod harder than the steel trellis of the bike beneath us.
I need to get her home and paint her womb with my seed, make her belly round with my first born child and make her mine for eternity. Mate with her. Breed her. Damn, I’m so feral right now I wouldn’t even recognize myself in a mirror.
Nor would I want to.
The new me is better, wants to be a good man. Because of her.
When we hit a stop light, I turn back, flip up her visor and playfully try and kiss her through the helmet. Of course it’s impossible, but it’s fun. Fun…something I knew very little about, until her.
We take off and she snuggles in closer to my back and it also feels like she’s intentionally pushing her hips forward on the bike, trying to rub her pussy up against me. I feel her dress start to blow up and carefully I take one hand off the throttle and grab it, tucking it under me so she can’t be exposed on this ride. No one can see her but me. Not now. Not ever.
If I told her all the things I want to do to her right now she’d probably fall off the back of the bike. That’s why I have to keep my mouth shut and just do them. Just show her what she does to me, how she turns me into an animal.
And this marks the beginning of the end. The end of my life on the run, pretending to be someone I’m not. And the beginning of being a good man, a family man. Not a man who takes life but who brings lives into this world. Innocent children in my grasp. Our perfect children. I can only imagine how much my chest will swell with pride, and how much I’m going to make her head swell with thoughts of how beautiful she is because I’m going to tell her every minute of every day, because it’s the damned truth.
We pull up to a light and I notice a black sedan sitting adjacent to us at the light, waiting to go straight, just as we are, but in a different direction. The windows are tinted and when it’s light turns green it takes off a little too slow and lingers a little too long causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. That car sticks out like a sore thumb in these parts, and the fact that the car had the perfect vantage point to get a good look at me, for the first time on the streets with my helmet off, and took that opportunity, I have to think about safety. This isn’t just about me anymore. This is about us, and if danger is lurking close by we’re out of here.
The horn behind me sounds and I realize I’ve been processing this so long I sat until the light turned green, and didn’t immediately go.
We take off and I store the thoughts away. I’ve taken precautions at my place to make it harder to get in than Ft. Knox, not to mention the hidden outdoor cameras.
When we pull up to my place not five minutes later, I pull out my phone and check my email for any messages from the cameras, which send still footage when they detect motion.
Nothing.
I help Alexa off the bike and just chalk it up to a life of being a hitman, a bit of paranoia comes with the territory.
“Is everything okay?” Alexa asks, and I look down at her little worried face and that protective instinct comes roaring to life.
“Everything is perfect,” I say cupping her face. “I’m just thinking of how lucky I am to have you and how I need to keep you safe.”
“Safe from the kind of conditions I was living in?”
“Yes,” I quickly respond, my mind adding ‘that too’, but I’m not about to spook her with visions of nothing that I’m extrapolating into something meaningless.
“You live here?” she asks, taking in my simple two-story home like it’s the Four Seasons.
“It’s not much, but it’s our home…for tonight.”
“I love it.”
“If you love this wait until you see what I come up with next.” This was just a quick purchase from an owner who was leaving town and willing to accept cash. I didn’t even bother changing the name on the title.
“What do you have planned next?”
“The kind of place a little girl deserves,” comes out of my mouth naturally as as breathing.
Her entire body freezes and then slowly a smile creeps over her face. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Where would you like to live one day?”
“In the mountains, far away from here. Far away from everyone.”
“So Daddy and his little angel will never be bothered again?”