Amy’s eyes lower again as her body covers itself in goose flesh, she bites her lower lip, and I see her scissor her legs, trying to create friction where she so desperately needs it. Damn, if only my voice and the sight of my goods does this to her, I can only imagine what I could do to her with my hands. My tongue, my cock. Oh wait, I’ve already done that. But god fucking dammit, I bet living that in real life would be twenty times better than anything I could conjure up in my mind.
Finally, after a lifetime has passed, she looks up and meets my eyes. Her face reddens and she turns her head away after a few seconds of contact. “I-I just need to grab a bag out of the closet,” she stutters, pointing to the small coat closet by the door.
She hurries over to it, tries the handle at least five times, but fails miserably. Wiping her palms on her pants, she tries once more and finally succeeds. Reaching in, she snatches the bag and practically rips it out of the closet before slamming the door behind her, then takes off like the devil is hot on her heels toward her room.
I try to stifle my laugh, but it’s no use—though I am able to at least keep it down to where I don’t think she’ll be able to hear me.
Since the damage is already done and I know she probably won’t be coming out of her room anytime soon, I casually make my way back into the bathroom to put my clothes on. I can’t believe that just happened, but I have to admit, it was comical to watch her face.
Five minutes later, I’m changed, have brushed my teeth, put deodorant on, and put everything back into my bag. Walking into the kitchen, I grab a glass, pour myself some orange juice, and relax on the couch to wait for her to emerge from her room.
And it doesn’t take long. Before I thought possible, she comes out carrying a backpack like mine and a mini duffle bag in her hands. “Could we stow this on your bike or is it too much?” she asks, not making eye contact. In fact, she looks everywhere but at me.
Smiling, but not calling her on it, I reply, “Yeah, sweetheart, we can do that.” Her face reddens again and she nods once.
“Okay then. I think I’m ready to go.”
Standing up, I put my glass in the sink, rinse it out, and make my way over to her.
“You sure you don’t mind leaving tonight? It really is okay if we wait till morning,” I tell her. This will be a long ride for both of us, but it will affect her more. She’s never been that far on a bike, and riding at night is amazing, but rough.
She gives me a small smile and nods her head. “I’m sure.”
Grabbing her bags, I wait until she finally meets my stare. “Let’s hit the road then, shall we?”
The redness dims a little but doesn’t completely go away. I motion her out the door ahead of me. Once I’m out in the hallway, I drop one of the bags so I can lock up.
We’re both silent on the way down to my bike, and while I secure her duffle and my bag to the back with bungee cords. Once that’s done, I throw my leg over my bike, put on my helmet, hold out my hand, and wait for her to climb on behind me.
She gets her backpack situated on her shoulders, takes her helmet off her seat and puts it on, climbs on behind me, and she reaches around to hold onto me. “Ready whenever you are,” she says, the shyness and embarrassment that was clear in her voice when we were inside her apartment now gone.
Starting the engine, I tilt the bike and kick up the kickstand. Making sure we’re steady first, I then slowly pull out of my parking space and speed down the road, heading toward the interstate that will take me home.
Amy leans her head against my shoulder, tightens her arms around my stomach, and hunkers down for the long ride. The only thing I can think about is how much I love having her on the back of my bike and dreaming of other trips we can take together so I never have to feel what it’s like to ride without her again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Amy
I don’t know how long we’ve been on the road, but I’m getting to the point I can’t keep my eyes open. I didn’t want to be the girl that complained, and so far, I think I’ve done good. I haven’t asked to stop to go to the bathroom even when I thought I might piss myself. And I haven’t asked to stop because my ass was getting sore, because this is the longest trip on a motorcycle I’ve ever been on. Really, I’ve only ridden on one to or from work, or across town when I needed something and couldn’t find one of the girls to take me.
But I don’t think I can last much longer on the back of this bike without falling off because I passed out. That would be quite the story to tell at my funeral; stupid girl died from severe road rash and cracking her skull open on the road like Humpty fucking Dumpty because she fell asleep on a moving motorcycle.
Stifling yet another yawn, I look around Ice Man to see if I can tell where we are, but all I see is an empty road surrounded by darkness. The only light comes from the headlight in front of us.
Ice Man looks to the side where I’m currently leaning around him and shouts over the loud noise of his bike. “Up ahead is a small town, about another ten miles. We’ll stop there for the night.”
Too tired to yell a response, I just nod my head, then move back behind the cover of his massive body.
What feels like an eternity later, I can see lights up ahead, signaling the town he mentioned. It isn’t bright like the city lights of Reno or some of the other bigger cities I’ve been to, but it’s a town, hopefully with a hotel and a bed. That’s all I really care about at the moment.
Seeming to know where he’s going, Ice Man turns right at the stop light and travels a few blocks before taking another right. A few minutes later, we pull up to shabby looking motel. The vacancy light flickers, there’s graffiti on the side of the building, and the street lights aren’t working. No cars are parked outside either. It’s as if the place is deserted.
If I were traveling by myself, I’d risk falling asleep behind the wheel rather than stay here. Being here with Ice Man does give me some comfort. I just hope he knows what he’s doing.
Pulling into a parking place right out front of the office, he shuts the bike off and sits quietly in front of me. I don’t know if he’s surveying our surroundings or trying to get feeling back into his limbs like I am, but I don’t say anything. I just wait on him to follow his lead.
A minute later, he holds out his hand for me to dismount before following close behind. Keeping a hold of my hand, he leads me into the office.
A bell jingles overhead as we enter, announcing our arrival. The place is empty and I start to wonder if this place really is deserted.
Making his way further into the room, he stops in front of the desk. Noticing a bell on the counter, he dings it once and waits, turning to look at me, giving me a tired smile.
I hear movement through the door behind the desk, and a few seconds later, an older gentleman makes his way slowly behind the counter. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looks at each of us before saying, “I apologize. I must have fallen asleep watching old re-runs of MacGyver.”
“Sorry to disturb you, sir, but do you happen to have a room available for the night?” Ice Man asks kindly.
“Oh, nonsense, young man. I’ll have plenty of time to sleep when I’m dead. As far as watching my show, I’ve seen every episode more times than I could count. If I weren’t so old and forgetful, I could probably recite each line by heart. But old age will do that to ya,” the old man says with a laugh. “Now, let’s get you lovely folks into a room so you can get some much-needed rest. Looks like ya both have been on the road for a long time.”
Reaching into a drawer, he pulls out a large keychain with at least fifty keys. Looking intently through them, he finally finds the one he wants. Taking it off the chain, he then puts the others back into the drawer and hands us the key.
“Here we are. You’ll be staying in room thirty-four. You’ll want to go out the front here and take a left. It will be the fourth door down. Usually check out is at eleven, but you folks stay as long as you’d like. And if you’ll be needing the room for lon
ger than the night, just let me know, we can work something out.” Ice Man takes the key from him, then the old man slumps down onto his chair behind the desk.
“Thank you, sir, but we’ll just be here one night. We have to get back on the road early.”
Nodding his head, the old man smiles. “Where ya headin’, if ya don’t mind me askin’?”
“We’re on our way to San Angelo, Texas. We’ve got family out there we’re going to visit.” Ice Man doesn’t give any more details than that, but it makes me wonder if he’s talking about his club or his ex being family. Or maybe he’s not talking about either, just saying what he thinks the old man wants to hear.
“That’s nice, son. Well, you both have a good night now. If you need anything, just pick up the phone and dial zero. I’ll do what I can for ya,” the old man says before getting up slowly and making his way back the way he came when we first entered.
Grabbing my hand again, Ice Man leads me back out to his bike to grab our bags. Handing them to me, he kicks up the stand and pushes the bike the way the man said our room would be. Finding it, Ice Man opens the door before going back to his bike.
I enter the room and spot a queen-sized bed, one kitchen style chair, a small end table with a lamp, and another small end table with an ancient television sitting on top of it. I don’t think I’ve seen a TV this old since I was a kid.
A doorway right beside the bed leads to what I assume is a bathroom, and if going off of the room, I’d assume it’s a small bathroom with an older style tub and shower. Not like I care. I don’t plan on showering till we get to where we are going. No sense in getting clean when we still have a half of a day left to travel on the road.
Setting our bags down, I plop myself onto the bed and am surprised with how soft it is. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a comfy bed. Usually hotels have mattresses that feel as hard as a rock. Even the expensive hotels have shitty beds. But this one feels like heaven to my sore, tired body. Or maybe that’s the only reason it feels so nice. Either way, you won’t hear me complain.
Lifting my head to see where Ice Man went, I see him trying to maneuver his motorcycle into the room with difficulty. “What are you doing?” I ask but make no move to get up and help him. I’m too tired to move and I don’t think I’d really be much help, anyway.
“You didn’t think I’d leave my bike out there, did you?” he asks, grunting with the effort. Finally, he’s able to move the handle bars just right to get it through the door.
Setting the kickstand down, he closes the door and stands looking at me expectantly. “Honestly, I don’t know what to expect. From you, from this trip, from anything,” I reply, my filter completely gone. My eyes grow heavier and I stop fighting to keep them open. It’s time for bed. If Ice Man holds true to his words, we’ll be up early to get back on the road. I don’t know what time it is right now, but I’m guessing we’ll only get a few hours of sleep, so any extra seconds I can get, I’m going to take advantage of.
Before my mind completely shuts off and sleep takes me, I hear Ice Man whisper, “Me either, sweetheart. Me either.”
***
I wake to the smell of coffee. My eyes feel like someone rubbed sand in them and then weighed them down with twenty pound bricks.
“Time to wake up, sweetheart,” I hear just above me as I feel the bed beside me dip.
Groaning and squeezing my eyes shut, I turn my head to try and get away from the sexy man trying to wake me up. I’m too damn tired. I need at least another hour of sleep before we leave. Well, I’d prefer more, but I know that’s not going to happen. But maybe an hour? Is that too much to ask?
“Come on, babe. We need to get back on the road,” he tries again, but this time, he leans over me and places a sweet kiss on my forehead. My pulse quickens from just that brief touch, and I know that no matter how tired I am or how much I want to fall back into dreamland, I won’t be able to. Not after feeling his lips on my skin, searing me to my core. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to make this easy on him. Hell no.
“Is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” I say with my eyes still closed, but a smile fully on my face. Even though I didn’t feel anything before, just mentioning it now, I can feel something poke me from behind and it makes me want to groan with want and pleasure. Screw the coffee, I know something that would wake me up much better.
“Only you can wake up after only a few hours’ sleep and crack a joke,” he says, laughing. Goddamn, I love his laugh. I rarely hear it, but when I do, it’s like music to my ears. I wish he’d laugh more freely.
“Damn right. Now where’s my coffee? I need at least a full pot in my system before you can expect me to be able to ride the rest of the way.” Finally sitting up and opening my eyes, I notice he’s only wearing a pair of jeans. No socks, no shoes, and no fucking shirt. Holy shitballs, if I had known this was the sight to greet me, I would have woken up a while ago just to appreciate the view. Damn it, now I only get to ogle him for a few minutes before he puts the rest of his clothes on.
“Like what you see?” he asks as he hands me my coffee. I don’t dare look at his face because I know he’s making that sexy smirk and his eyes will be twinkling with playfulness. If only he’d offer to play with me, preferably with my clit until I come all over his fingers, tongue, and cock. Or I’d settle for just one of those three. I’m not greedy.
“You have no idea,” I whisper to myself, grasping the coffee he offers and taking a long sip. It’s hot as fuck and will probably blister my mouth and tongue, but it smells too good and I need something to put in my mouth before I say what I’m really thinking and beg him to just fuck me already.
Chuckling, he gets up and makes his way over to our bags. He sets them on the bed as I watch him over the rim of my coffee cup. He rummages through his bag until he finds a shirt he wants.
I want to snatch it out of his hands to prevent him from covering his massive, sexy chest and arms. I love looking at him shirtless, not only because he’s one fine male specimen, but I enjoy seeing his tattoos. He doesn’t have a lot, but the ones he does have, they make me wonder what they mean to him. Maybe one day I’ll get the chance to ask. So here I sit, pouting as I watch him put it on. Thankfully, he’s too busy putting his socks and boots on to notice it.
Finishing the rest of my coffee in record time, I grab my clothes and decide to change right here. Fuck it. It’s not like I’m not wearing a bra and panties, and if he doesn’t like it, then he can just turn around.
Stripping out of my clothes, I see him drop what he’s doing and watch me change with hooded eyes. Smirking and deciding to give just as much as I get, I put my hands on my hips and say, “Like what you see?”
He doesn’t respond, not like I thought he would, but he doesn’t stop drinking me in either. So I add, “Would you like to take a picture? It’ll last longer, ya know.” Just like he did to me the night before. Ha, stick that in your pipe and smoke it!
Not waiting for him to reply, I reach down and grab my shirt, but before I get it on, I hear the sound of a picture being taken.
Glaring at him, I fold my arms across my chest. “What are you doing?”
“You said I could take a picture, so I did. Now I can look at your sexy tits any time I want,” he replies, then winks at me. Standing up, he puts his phone in his pocket and grabs his bag. “You got ten minutes, babe, then we’re hitting the road. So if you need more coffee, now’s the time. Oh, and you should probably go to the bathroom before we leave too, because I don’t plan on stopping for a few hours.”
I watch him head outside and put both of our bags on his bike that is now sitting outside our room.
Deciding to forego another cup of coffee goodness, I instead head into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I don’t want to have to pee twenty times on the last leg of our trip, so no more coffee for me. I want to get to Texas as fast as we can so I can take a shower and relieve some of the pent-up sexual tensi
on that is so thick between us, I could cut it with my rock hard nipples that are almost slicing through my bra right about now.
Five minutes later, I’m dressed, teeth brushed, and have used the toilet. Doing one last check of the room to make sure we aren’t forgetting anything, I meet him outside, where he’s talking on the phone a few feet from his bike.
Giving him space to finish his conversation, I sit on his bike and check my phone. I have a few messages from Angel.
9:47 p.m.
Angel: Torq said you left already. Text me when you get there.
12:03 a.m.
Angel: Are you stopping at all to sleep or riding all the way through?
And the last one having arrived when I was in the bathroom a few minutes ago.
6:21 a.m.
Angel: Have a good time, babe, and don’t forget to give me all the juicy details. ;) Love you.
Laughing, I look up to see Ice Man putting his phone in his pocket and coming toward me, so I fire off a quick text to hold her over.
6:29 a.m.
Me: Stopped to sleep a few hours. Now getting back on the road. I’ll call when we get there. Love you girl!
Situating himself in front of me, he turns as he starts the bike. “Ready, babe?”
“For whatever you want to give me,” I say and wink, to which he smiles back, shaking his head.
“Don’t tempt me with that mouth, woman, it’s too fuckin’ early in the goddamn morning and I haven’t had nearly enough coffee yet,” he says as he kicks up the stand.
“Or what?” I say, unable to stop myself from taunting him further. I know he’d never hurt me, physically or otherwise, and for some reason, I love to push his buttons. Plus, he’s sexy as hell when he’s frustrated.
Huffing out a breath, he says without even looking at me, “Or I’ll fuck you so hard against my bike, you won’t even be able to remember your name, let alone be able to sass me.”
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