Zach came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. “It’s been a long while since you've been in here,” he said as if reading my thoughts.
I nodded. “Yeah, since my graduation when Dad and Mom gave me the bike.” I swiped at tears about to fall.
Zach either didn’t notice or gave me the privacy he knew I needed with the memory as he walked past me without looking at me. “Yeah, I was with him when he bought it. He was so damn proud of you, Ky.”
Stubborn tears fell from my eyes. “I feel like I disappointed him, Zach,” I whispered. “All he wanted was for me to be a part of this motorcycle family, and I turned my back on it. That’s not how I was raised.”
“Seriously, Kyanne, it’s not like you turned your back on your family all together; just this particular part of it. There is nothing wrong with that. Your pop knew how you felt about him, and he was over the moon about you. He would do anything for you.”
I turned away from my best friend, trying to mop up my face with my hands and tank top. God, I was a mess. I didn't want to break down in tears, not here. I should save that emotion for later.
“It's okay,” he said, handing me a few shop paper towels to try to fix my face. “You don't have to hold back tears for me. I know you're hurting. Your pops is gone and now your mom... It’s a screwed up situation, but we will find Stella. We will avenge Free, I promise you that.”
He came to me and gathered me in his arms squeezing me close to him. I allowed him to do it. His comfort felt good and just like what I needed right now. I never thought I would need Zach like this, but it was good he was here.
“Thank you, Zach. I appreciate you more than you know,” I said, my head against his chest.
I pushed away from him and realized my mascara ran and smudged his shirt.
Waterproof my ass.
He didn't seem to mind and didn't say anything about it, so I didn't bring it up.
I turned away from him and looked over at the corner where I knew the bike was stored. There was a dust cloth over it that didn't look so dusty, especially since I hadn’t seen the thing in damn near seven years. As a matter of fact, it looked like it had been placed there just recently.
I looked at the bike and then at Zach and he was watching my face. “What did you do?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” His expression remained even, but I knew this man.
“You know exactly what I mean. When I last visited my dad, he told me there was a tarp over this bike collecting dust. That looks far from dust-covered,” I said pointing at the tarp in question.
“I mean, I knew with all this going on we would have to ride out. You needed a bike, right? Even if you didn't like the club, you would still need it for this mission. So, I made sure she was oiled and gassed up. Now you are ready to go.” He shrugged.
I know it’s his job to make sure everyone's bike in the club was up to par, but he knows how I feel about bikes. He could have just said, ‘fuck it’ and let me ride whatever. But, knowing we had to figure out what happened to my dad and save my mom, he went out of his way to make sure I had a running bike to ride with the Guardians, and it meant a lot.
I don't know why my heart was so full. Maybe I was just in my feelings. No. There was just something about Zach, something I hadn't seen in the past. He was getting to me, right under the wall of sass and mouth I’d built up around me.
I walked over to the bike with slow steps. I reached for the cloth and pulled it back. My mouth dropped open.
Oiled and gassed it up my ass.
He did way more work than that. The thing shined like a new penny. Where there’d been some rust before, he made everything as if my dad just bought the thing this morning. It was like a brand new bike. When my dad had bought it for me, it was all black. But now the black Ducati was decked out with pink trim. Not only was it my favorite color, it was also the colors of the Lady Guardians. The fact he tailored this to my specific liking was beyond what I could ask for. Zach thought he was slick; he knew what he was doing.
On one side of the bike, my name was sketched across the pink paint near the engine in black scroll writing. On the other side, in the same font, read “Ride for Free”.
I turned to him feeling the tears well in my eyes again. He had a lopsided grin on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest as he watched me. “Just oil and gas, huh?” I asked.
“Well, you know, it needed a few things, so I took care of it.” He winked.
I came to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and he brought his forehead down to mine.
“I told him I would take care of you, Ky. I'm not backing down on my word. Anything you need... anything,” he said, the words soft on his lips before closing over mine.
His meaning was deep as we both knew what I’d asked him for earlier. Now, the liquor had worn off, and we were sober and looking into each other's eyes as if we were only drunk off each other. I put a hand to his face and ran a thumb over his stubbled jaw. He'd always been handsome even when we were teenagers but now as a man, he looked delicious and I was starving.
“Zach,” I whispered his name while looking at his lips and his grip around my waist tightened.
“Just say the word, baby… Anything you need, Kyanne,” he whispered back.
“I need...you. I need to feel something more than this numbness I’ve felt the last few days.” I gripped onto him like he was my lifeline, my sounding board, right now...my rock.
He flexed under my grip and it was like I was grasping granite.
He hoisted me up with large, strong hands like I was a rag doll. Gripping my ass, he brought me up to eye level with him. I wrapped my legs around him and felt the stiff erection pushing into my middle. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him right now
I would open myself to him, to who he is and without hesitation for once. This was something I hadn't done before, not since I was in my late teens. I’d been far removed from this lifestyle, but for one moment between us, I would open to him. Not only was he my best friend, but I loved him, and I could admit it.
I wouldn't think about the death of my father or my mother missing because of this screwed up motorcycle life. While I was with Zach, he would take my mind off it all.
“Let me take care of you, Ky. Let me give you what you need.” He stalked forward until I felt my ass hit something hard. He’d placed me on the seat of the motorcycle of all the damn places.
The touch of his hand on my body distracted me. He continued caressing up and down my back letting his hand rest on the small of my back just above my ass pressing me into him. He placed both hands on either side of my face and dipped his head and took my mouth with his and drank of me with a passion I've never felt before, especially from Zach. He never treated me like this, but as he gave and I took, feasting on his lips biting and nibbling at his plump bottom lip. God, he felt good.
I clung to him like he was my lifeline. Through the moans and sighs, I let him touch me. His hands found the hem of my tank top and pulled it up and over my head.
He tossed it over his shoulder as if it was impeding what he wanted and what he wanted was me.
“You still have too many clothes on. Get them off,” he said, leaning back and ripping his t-shirt over his head. My eyes roamed over every contoured dip and valley of his torso, chiseled abs available for me to see. A tribal tattoo criss crossed over his biceps and my fingers itched to trace over it, and I did. He didn't stop me, but he did grit the demand through clenched teeth. “Clothes, Kyanne. Now.”
I obliged, pushing the striped terry cloth shorts down my legs.
“We can't get fully naked, Z. Anybody can walk in here and—”
“I’ll lock the damn door,” he growled, sliding his jeans down his legs just as cut as the rest of him.
Lord, when the hell had this happened? Why haven't I noticed how attractive he is before? Why did it take a tragedy and my emotions being completely wracked for me to actually see my best friend for more tha
n just this guy that’s always around? Hell yeah, I knew he was good-looking but not like this...
“Doesn't matter if you lock the door. They all have keys, crazy,” I said working at my bra despite my argument.
“Then they'll get a show...” His words caught taking in the sight of my bare breasts on display. “Goddamn, Kyanne,” he said as if on an oath. Reaching out, he cupped a globe with one of this large hands.
“Pay attention, Foster.” I tried to give the order with snark in my tone but the feel of his calloused thumb rubbing over my nipple felt like heaven and everything I needed right now, and I nearly choked on my tongue. “God yes, do that again. It feels so good.”
He obliged and rubbed over my nipples again, working them into hard buds.
“The boxers, Zach. Lose the freaking boxers. I need you inside me,” I moaned.
“I could say the same about these,” he said against my mouth; one hand rubbing across my erect nipple and the other at the waistband of my panties already soaked from him.
I pushed at his boxers needing them out of my way. “I want what you’re packing between those strong legs inside me right now before anyone walks in here and ruins it.”
He chuckled over my mouth and I swatted his arm.
“Zach, you know it’s coming. ‘Oh, someone is having sex in the garage’ radar is going off right now and they are on their way to interrupt.”
He laughed, and I took advantage, pulling his boxers down over his hips and ass.
“You are so eager,” he teased.
“More like, I need something, and you've been holding out…” I said taking in the full length of his dick. “You're a big boy, Zachary.” I wrapped my hand around hard silk and stroked him up and down.
He moaned, “God, Kyanne if you keep doing that I won't last for you, baby. I won't.”
I didn't listen. When do I ever? I admit I’m stubborn and hard headed. Zachary knows this about me. It’s nothing new.
Right now, I wanted to stroke him, and I’d do it despite what he said. He felt too damn good to stop, but I paid the price for that.
Zach sucked the nipple he'd been playing with into his mouth and nipped it between his teeth. I sucked in a breath and my head fell back. My hands loosened on his cock as his other hand found my other breast. He fondled me pressing me back until my back rested against the handlebars of my bike.
“Straddle it,” he ordered.
I threw a leg over each side so the whole back of me was laid the length of the bike my legs on either side as if I was riding it the damn thing reverse cowgirl style. He climbed on, facing me.
“Are you really going to take me on this bike?” I raised a brow.
“You're damn right I am. Put your hands on the handlebars,” he said, not backing down.
So much for me taking control of the situation...
I stretched my arms back behind me like I was on a cross, placing each hand on either side of the handlebars. He positioned his body over me like he was about to ride not only the bike but me as well.
He leaned over me and the bike pressing kisses down my chest to my breast and back again, up my neck into my mouth and back again.
The rhythm of it lulled me into a dazed state and he hadn't even entered me yet. Just when I thought this is all he would do, he slid that dick along the seat of the bike right into my opening. I arched right off that back not ready for that entry. He spread me wide open and held me against that bike.
“God, Zach, yes,” I said again and again as he thrust his hips back and forth on the bike, in and out of me over and over. I know I was trying to speak, but the words didn't make a damn bit of sense to my own ears. I had no control over this. This was all him.
I was just spread wide over a bike, holding on for my dear life as he held the handlebars over my hands and drove into me over and over again, hitting that spot I needed. He was giving it to me so right. “Oh my God, yes,” I screamed at this point not caring what intruder was walking into this garage. If they wanted to come in, they were getting the show. There shouldn't have been nosing.
Somewhere in the back of my hazy fog of a brain and the numbness that had been there for the last couple of days, I could hear Zach murmur over and over again. “Christ, you feel good. Even better than I thought... Damn, Kyanne. Yes, baby, give it all to me. That’s it, baby... Here, sit up and wrap your legs around me.”
My legs were already gripped around his thighs. But, when he helped me lift off the bike and sit on his lap, it felt like he was deeper.
“Christ, Zach, I can feel you in my freaking stomach,” I gasped.
He was relentless with it, too; so thick, deep and wide stretching me over and over again, bouncing me over his erection. I held on for the ride. I had never felt this filled in my life. What the hell had I been missing out on all these years? If I had known it was this good... I wouldn't have messed with those other good-for-nothing guys out there.
As if reading my mind, he mimicked the same thing I thought.
“Who knew it would be this good, Kyanne.” He squeezed his eyes shut still controlling the movement.
“I'm going to come, Zach,” I said. “I'm going to come.”
“Yes, come for me, baby. Come for me. I want all of it. Give me all that's coming to me.”
With him pounding up, into me more, I gave him exactly what he wanted and what I needed.
“I'm right there with you, baby. I'm right there with you.” His words were against my ear through the thunder of my orgasm. He traced kisses down my neck as he continued to thrust into me. One hand on my breast while the other reached between our bodies as he rubbed my sensitive clit. He drained me of everything in my body, to the last drop. I felt dehydrated messing with him.
His hand on my most sensitive spot made me arch into him, pressing him further into me and that did it. He erupted inside me. I felt his hot stream burn into me over and over again.
In the back of my brain, I thought, we hadn't used protection. But, I was on the pill and it was Zach. I knew he was clean. I didn't have to worry. He wouldn't put me in danger. Hell, he was only doing this because he knew I needed him, and boy, did he give it to me.
Chapter 8
Kyanne
He helped me from the bike, unwinding us both from the awkward position. I'm sure the gears and whatever else was on the front of that bike was imprinted on my back. And, I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for the rest of the day.
He handed me some clean towels from a rack behind his station. “Here let me help you clean up,” he said with a sheepish grin on his face as he ran the towel down the inside of my leg.
“I'm sorry, Kyanne. I don't normally do that. I usually use protection. I don't know what came over me. That was a fucked up move.” He shook his head standing back up from cleaning me off.
I put my hands on either side of his face waiting until he focused on me. “We know each other are clean. I'm on the pill… we will be more careful next time, okay?”
“Next time?” he grinned as he reached for our discarded clothes, handing mine to me.
I snagged my bra, shorts and t-shirt from him. Since he hadn’t waited for me to remove my panties, I still stood in them, stretched and soaked from his manhandling. “I mean, that can't be a one-time thing, not when it's that good. Am I wrong?” I asked.
“You aren’t wrong, Ky. I'm not a hit-it and quit-it type guy, but I'm not a friends with benefits guy either.”
“What are you trying to say, Zach?” I asked shimmying my shorts back up my legs. I refastened my bra next.
“I’m sorry to see them go back into hiding,” he murmured, glancing at me.
“Don’t change the subject, Foster. What are you saying? All of a sudden you're a relationship type of guy? I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen you with a chick. You are always doing something for this damn club.” I threw my hands in the air.
“I didn't say a relationship, per se, Kyanne, but at least, I don't know, exclusive
?” He shrugged. “I'm not getting any younger. I’m too old to be running around hopping in and out of beds—”
“Or bikes…” I chuckled
“Or bikes. You're right.” He looked at me, his expression and tone were serious. I didn't know exactly what it was he was trying to say. Sure, we just had really hot sex on a bike I hadn't been on in God knows how many years. But, he was looking at me like I was his forever just because he promised my father he would take care of me. That did not mean I needed to be Mrs. Kyanne Foster.
Well, the name did have a catchy ring to it...
I pulled my tank top over my head trying to make something out of the wild mess of curls on my head. That was a fool’s mission. I let it go and turned to Zach. “Come on, man, you're only twenty-eight. You have plenty enough time to meet somebody, and fall in love and…”
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the look on his face; a mixture of sadness and... I don't know what else.
“I guess you're right,” he said zipping up his jeans and throwing his t-shirt back over his head, tussling his hair in the process; that thick, brown hair I was just discovering I liked to run my fingers through.
Zach wasn't looking for a friend with benefits. It really wasn’t what I was looking for either… But, it sounded like he wanted more. We would have to talk through this if there would be more with us. What we just shared could not be the last time.
I went to speak again but was cut off by my cousin opening the door. “Kyanne… Zach, are you in here?” she asked, peeking her head into the garage.
Good Lord, that was a close call. A few minutes earlier and we’d have been caught doing the do on the back of my bike. I threw a glance at Zach and he flushed knowing exactly what I was thinking. Starla and her suckish timing for the win.
“Yea, hey, cuz. Back here,” I said looking down at my outfit quick to make sure I looked decent. It was as good as it was going to get. It didn’t matter, anyway. Starla would be able to sniff out a mile away that Zach and I had been banging.
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