by L. P. Dover
“I saw your car down the road and figured you needed help.” He paused and raked his gaze down my body. “Unless you’ve got a new job I don’t know about. You are looking pretty hot in those shorts.”
I scoffed and muttered, “I guess I should’ve expected that, having a vagina and all.”
He squinted and leaned forward. “What?”
“It was good of you to notice,” I said loudly. “But I don’t think many men will want me after I’ve been out here, sweating my ass off.”
His gaze lowered to my hips. “We don’t want that, now do we, cupcake? I like it the way it is. Where are you going?”
Rolling my eyes, I took a step back and continued walking backward, refusing to give him another chance to check out my ass. “To the gas station. My car ran out of gas.”
Grinning from ear to ear, he started his bike and slowly trailed me.“I see. Then it looks like I get to rescue you.”
“More like patronize me. Why are you even here? Don’t you have some groupies waiting for you somewhere?”
He chuckled and nodded toward something behind me. “Head’s up.”
Gasping, I turned around and almost walked headfirst into a road sign. I dodged it and turned right back around, giving him my front once again.
“I know my face is gorgeous and you can’t get enough, but maybe you should turn around and watch where you’re walking.”
“As if.” I huffed. “I don’t want you staring at my ass. I know how you are.”
“Then get on my bike. I’ll take you to get some gas.”
“No thanks. I’ll do it on my own.”
He revved his engine, his smile fading. “No, you’re not, Lara. Now get on the damn bike.” Turning around, he unhooked the extra helmet from the back and held it out to me. “It’s a hundred degrees out here, you’re being ridiculous.”
I huffed and continued walking. “I’ll be fine.”
Slamming on the brakes, he got off his bike and stalked toward me. “You don’t have any water, and I don’t see anyone else stopping to give you a hand. Now stop being a silly woman, and get on the fucking bike.”
“What, are you going to make me? Get over yourself. I’ll be fine.”
He cracked his knuckles. “I’ll chase you down. You can’t outrun me, cupcake. I wouldn’t even try.”
He was right, and it drove me crazy. I didn’t want to be indebted to him under any circumstances, but would I really cut my nose off to spite my face? It was scorching out, and I didn’t need to get heatstroke over this. “Fine, I’ll come with you,” I said, giving in.
A triumphant smile splayed across his face and I wanted to smack it off. He held the helmet out to me and I put it on, not having any idea how to work the straps.
Grabbing my waist, he pulled me toward him. “Here, let me fix it.” His fingers brushed against my neck as he tightened the straps. After he was done, he stared at me with his sea-green eyes. “Feel okay?”
I nodded, though my patience was shot. “Peachy.”
He got on his bike first and held out his hand. “Have you ever ridden before?”
“No.” My stomach turned in knots.
He smirked. “You’ll be okay, I promise. We don’t have to go far. All you need to do is reach around my waist and hold on tight. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Taking my hand, he held it while I straddled his bike. It wasn’t one of those big Harley ones either; it was a sleek, black sport bike. I reached around his waist to hold on, and my body was flush with his. After he put on his helmet, his hand landed on my thigh and my body tightened.
“You ready?”
“I think so.”
He patted my leg and I sucked in a deep breath. Here we go.
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