“Yeah, amico, understood,” he responds firmly.
“Good.” I push off the railing, giving it a rap of my knuckles before turning to leave, grabbing my helmet, and heading straight to the amusement park.
When I get there, Chaz has Lace sitting backward on the tank while he faces forward with her legs straddling him. The two lean in a continuous, wide circle, the thick foreheads of their helmets touching, visors up so they can see and speak to each other better.
He pats her thigh lightly, and she lifts off the seat and straightens her body. Her palms land on his shoulders, and his arms bracket her thighs while he continues steering.
Visor directly at her crotch, he gets a little risky, nudging her between her legs with the crown of his helmet. She whacks him hard, and he throws his head back, grinning like a fool. When she sits back down again, I can tell by the ease with which she transitions that they have done it a few times now.
For me, riding with her is fucking terrifying. She thinks Kal and Coty set that little rule about her not being allowed to get on my bike, but I was the one who did after the very first time. I was so damn scared I was gonna kill her that I could barely see straight, which is not exactly conducive with being on a motorcycle.
Ever since, I choose when, no one else, and I have to be in a specific frame of mind to make it happen. Last night, our stars aligned, as Lace would say. For the first time, I was able to pull it off without nearly having an anxiety attack in motion. It was fucking incredible. Felt so damn good with her riding, arms wrapped around me. Too damn good. In less than thirty seconds of opening the throttle, my cock was rock hard — which is also not conducive with being on a motorcycle.
I wanted her to know how my body had responded to riding with her in that way. That it made me fucking ache. I am a goddamn stunter, I figured surely riding while getting my shaft polished would be doable. Nope. Hell no. That stunt humbled me… in more ways than one; I have never busted a nut so fast and hard in my life.
Just remembering it has my balls constricting. With a shiver, I finish spying on Chaz and Lace from a distance, not wanting to cock block him during his moment of glory. But I do send him a text before heading out to meet Vee for our surveillance.
:Me: Fucking playboy. She did good, though.