Matchmaker
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I don’t know why, but I answer her. “Out. Away. I don’t know. Just away from here.”
She gives me a sassy grin and raises an eyebrow. “Well, which is it? You going out or running away? Ah, I know, maybe it’s a little bit of both.” She nods like she has me all figured out.
I relent, maybe she has got an angle on me here. “Maybe so.”
“Need a chaperone to make sure you do something stupid?” she asks. “I’ve busted my ass six days a week since getting here, and I’m taking an afternoon off.”
I chuckle, leaning back on my bike. “Isn’t a chaperone to make sure you don’t do something stupid?”
She gives me a smirk, and runs a hand seductively over my handlebar mirror. “I think we’ve well-established that I’m not that kind of chaperone. Besides, I can see you need to break some rules right now. So come on, Evan. Let’s go on an adventure.”
She waits, and I realize that she’s willing to go after what she wants, but only so far. She’s not throwing herself at me with no self-esteem. Instead, she’s somehow offering to share her excitement at the things life can offer, even if just for a moment. It’s different than the few women I’ve actually spent time with since getting home. This one is wild, but has standards. Sassy, but classy too.
I think back to TJ and how happy he was about his new girl, and look at the one in front of me. Yeah, this is a bad fucking idea, but the darkness inside me needs it, needs just a little spark of her light to quell the shadows for a little bit. Besides, something’s telling me that maybe I do need her. Just a little bit.
Resigned, I turn and pop open my saddle bag, where I keep a spare brain bucket. Holding it out, I can’t help but lighten the growl in my voice. “Get on.”
Chapter 9 - McKayla
Fucking Hell! He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I don’t know what changed today to make him open to a bit of crazy, but I’m not gonna question it. I snatch the half helmet from his hands, pulling the silk scarf from around my neck and tying it around my hair bandana style to lessen the mess this damn thing is sure to bring. I’m slightly surprised he’s got a second helmet at all. But thankfully he does, the last thing I want Evan to get is a damn ticket because I want to let my hair fly a little bit. Well, that and he looks so fucking sexy right now in just his sweaty, grease-streaked tank top, jeans, and helmet that I can practically feel my pussy quivering.
It only takes a momentary look down at my mini-skirt to overcome any worries I might have about looking like a tramp. Fuck it, I hike the damn thing up a little higher than is decent to straddle the seat behind him. I adjust to make sure I’m not flashing anyone, but before I get really settled, he twists the throttle, startling me. “Wha… whoa!”
Evan glances over his shoulder, a sexy taunting smirk on his lips. “Good? Got your helmet on?”
“Go!” I holler as I grab around his waist right as he takes off, offering a huge grin to Brad as I see him glaring open-mouthed at me through the salon window.
Sorry, Brad, but when an opportunity like this presents itself, I gotta roll with it. I know I said I’d answer phones while you saw clients, but you’ll understand!
Besides, I wouldn’t hold it against him if he ditched me for a little fun. Well… not too much at least, and I know I’d get over it! So, oopsie babe. He’ll forgive me though because a hot guy on a bike is always a priority.
We thunder down Main Street, passing by Rose’s boutique, a kitschy ‘general store’ with a older white-haired guy sitting outside on a rocking chair, and several other little storefronts. Once you hit the northern part of town, there’s a lot of tourist trap-looking little places that try and soak up as much tourist dollars from the resort hotel people as they can.
We pass a casino that marks the line between the Native American Reservation land. Evan twists the throttle as we head out, up into the mountains.
We ride for what seems to be hours, and I can feel the tension leave his body incrementally the same way it does mine as we go higher into the forested peaks surrounding the town. I feel at one with the bike and with Evan as we lean into turns, our bodies synchronized with the curves of the road.
Even though we’re probably going a lot faster than the speed limit, I never feel a moment of fear as I squeeze Evan’s waist tight. As my sheer excitement of being behind him settles into a calmness at the freedom of flying down the road, the vibrations between my legs get impossible to ignore. The beastly engine between our legs sends trembles through his seat and the thin layer of my panties, adding to the powerful scent of Evan filling my nostrils. I press my nose closer to his broadly muscled back barely concealed by his black tank top, and the jeans that stretch across his powerful thighs.
I lean forward more, pressing my chest to his back to feel his warmth, his muscles rippling as he rides, the back of his dirty blonde hair whipping back beside me caressing my cheek.
Yep, this might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever done… so far. I arch my back a little, changing the angle of the vibrations between my legs so that the rumbling purr hits right on my clit and I feel it throughout my pussy, knowing I’ve soaked my panties and probably going to leave a spot on his seat.
I have a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but then decide I rather like marking my territory, even if it’s just for a passing moment. We keep riding, far out of town into the mountains that line the landscape and he pulls over in a gravel parking lot. Looking around, the first thing I notice is that this place looks like an abandoned gas station, one of those old time country stops that probably closed up when people started taking Interstates everywhere.
The second thing that hits me is the immense beauty of where we are. I can’t hear anything except the twitter of birds, the soft rush of mountain breezes, and far away, maybe somewhere below us… water. “Where are we?”
“Come on,” Evan says, getting off the bike and taking my hand. “Let me show you what sometimes keeps me from going insane.”
I follow him, glad I’m not wearing the highest of my high heels but still walking gingerly as we cross the lot. We go around the side, and I see an overgrown path disappearing into a line of trees. “You’re kidding.”
“Don’t worry,” Evan says with a chuckle. “It’s not far. Just about a hundred feet.”
I follow him, stepping as he does, suddenly aware that there could be snakes in an area like this. Sure, they may not like dealing with jeans and combat boots like Evan’s wearing, but high heels and stockings? Yeah, zero fucks given there.
We step through the line of trees and all of my worries disappear as we step into what I can only describe as a slice of paradise. We’re on the edge of a small clearing, maybe fifty feet across and less than twenty deep, the other side ending in a cliff face that drops off vertically. I have a spectacular view of a valley below us, with a lake at the bottom. The water I hear is a hydroelectric dam creating an artificial waterfall that drops off out of my sight to the right. “My god.”
“Yeah,” Evan says, sitting down on the grass. “I’ve brought TJ up here, but he doesn’t understand.”
I can’t say I totally understand either, but that doesn’t matter. I sit down next to him, just taking it all in. We stay there, and as the sun begins to dip lower into the afternoon sky, there’s a warm orange glow surrounding us. I lay my cheek against his back, taking in the lovely view with a hum of appreciation.
After a moment, he growls, shrugging. “Get off.”
I’m flustered, the hardness of his voice unexpected in the peaceful quiet moment, but I do as he says half-wondering if he’s going to just leave me here. I still haven’t heard anything but the rush of water below us or the twitter of the birds.
Evan gets up and storms out of the clearing, and I follow him as best I can. “Evan, come on. If I break a heel I swear I’m going to….”
Evan gets to his bike and leans against it sideways, his thick arms crossed over his chest. He looks like a fucking sex god in the afternoon light, and I
stop, my heart speeding up and my still tingling pussy screaming at me THIS! NOW!
His eyes are full of fire, and his voice is gravel as he says, “C’mere.”
I step forward before my mind even registers the command. I just know that there’s nothing I want more than to run my hands over the muscles straining against the thin cotton of his tank top, or to taste the sweat glistening on his skin.
He pins me with his eyes, snarling as I get close enough that he pulls me against him. “What are you doing, Princess? You think I couldn’t feel you rubbing your nipples into my back, moaning as you ground your sweet little pussy against the seat behind me? How many times did you come, Princess?”
I flush, catching the nickname that irks me but I’m still embarrassed. I didn’t come, but damn if I don’t want to.
He moves a hand to the strap of my top, slowly watching as he slides it off my shoulder. I’m not wearing a bra underneath, it’s one of those clingy tops that they say don’t need a bra. I think he’s giving me time to say no, but that’s sure as fuck not happening.
Or maybe he’s trying to stop himself. With that thought in mind, I arch, lifting my tits up in offering to tease him. “They’re even softer once you take them the rest of the way out.”
He grabs me roughly around my waist, pulling me to him and just before he touches me, he looks into my eyes. “You sure you want this? I ain’t offering anything but right now. You know that, right?”
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him to my breast. He needs this. Fuck, I need this. “Evan, quit thinking. Let’s just have an adventure…”
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