by Fel Fern
“Hey, don’t need to get your fur up,” Jason said, grabbing his shoulder. “We’ll take my ride. Just tell me where you live.”
This was crazy. What if Jason was a serial killer? A mugger? He took a deep breath.
He must’ve been thinking too long, because Jason asked, “Changed your mind?”
“Not at all. Just got light-headed for a second. Must be the beer,” he answered.
“Even if you only had just one bottle?” The cocky Alpha sounded amused.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. You paid the bartender for one drink.”
Observant as well as sexy. Warren wasn’t too sure about that deadly combination. What the hell. He was here. Look at me now, Clint. And you thought I’d never attract anyone else.
“Where’s your ride?” he asked.
“Over here. Come on.” Jason stopped in front of a Harley.
He didn’t know much about motorcycles but this looked like a beast. Of course, Jason rode one of these. What else would an Alpha like Jason drive? A mini-van?
Jason tossed him a helmet, which he barely caught.
“Put that on,” Jason ordered.
“You serious?” he asked.
Jason didn’t look like he was laughing. “I’m a good rider but that doesn’t mean accidents won’t happen.”
He put the helmet on with trembling fingers, surprised Jason neared him and adjusted the straps under his chin.
“There. Perfect.” Jason mounted the enormous bike. “Hop on.”
The first true words of the evening left his mouth. “This is the first time I’m getting on a motorcycle.”
“I figured. Not a problem.” Jason told him where to put his feet, what to do. The Alpha’s patience surprised him. Eventually, Warren managed to get behind Jason.
“Now hold on tight,” Jason ordered.
Warren didn’t have a problem with that. He hugged Jason from behind, buried his face into the curve of Jason’s back muscles. Didn’t know why he did that either, but it made the Alpha pause. Jason revved the engine. Warren could feel it vibrating between his thighs.
Didn’t he just read a news article online recently about the number of motorcycle accidents on the road increasing every year?
He was about to open his mouth, to tell Jason he wanted off. Maybe he could get another U-Ride for them, but they blasted off. He let out a little scream. Then a whoop. His muscles no longer felt bunched up. He felt free. Riding a motorcycle felt so different from a car. No windows. Just the cold night air whipping at their faces, their clothes. He wished he’d worn a warmer jacket but whatever.
New him liked how tonight was going just fine.
“That’s the spirit,” Jason said.
“Faster!”
“As you wish.” Jason picked up the speed.
Must’ve been ten when he left his apartment, it was probably around midnight now. Few cars littered the street, although a few people still walked around. That was Lashire City for you.
“Where do you live?” Jason asked him.
He gave Jason his address, not caring if that was dangerous or not.
Jason swept past the bad side of the city. They passed druggies, whores, the homeless, before moving on to a better neighborhood. Pretty soon they arrived at his street. Jason parked his bike on an empty slot at the side of the road. He got off, feet a little unsteady.
“Verdict for your first motorcycle ride?” Jason asked, accepting the helmet Warren handed back to him.
“Five stars.”
“Well, the fun’s just beginning.” Jason kept the helmets and grinned at him as if to say ‘what’s next?’.
“This way,” he said, grabbing hold of Jason’s hand and leading him inside the building.
Warren thought the magic might’ve faded away by the time they reached his place. It hadn’t. His chest felt warm, just like Jason’s hand.
Warren might end up regretting this when morning arrived but right now? Nothing mattered but getting boned by this sexy stranger.
