Chapter 8
Holly
Two Fridays later, I’m tapping my red pen on a stack of spelling tests and staring at the clock.
I had to text the girls and tell them that I have to wait until my student gets done with his detention.
I was one unhappy camper when the lunch aid came in and said she’d served a detention slip.
It’s almost four. Just twenty-five more minutes.
Buzz.
Brynleigh: Hey, where’s your bag at?
Me: Why?
Brynleigh: I’m in your house grabbing your shit to load in the car, lol
Me: Ha, just made yourself at home huh?
Brynleigh: Jane’s coming in for your keys. One of us will swing back by to come get you. What are you wearing?
Me: It’s casual Friday, so jeans, sneakers, and a cute top
Brynleigh: Perfect. Got a jacket packed?
Me: Yes…
Jane peeks in my classroom door and holds out her hand silently. I toss them to her, and she catches them with no problem.
“See you in a bit!” she whisper-shouts, and I wave in acknowledgement.
When the time is up, I’m all but ready to run out the door.
I don’t have to wait long for my student to grab his bag and slip quickly outside.
Walking down the mostly abandoned hallway, I peer into a classroom and wave goodbye to Summer, one of my favorite junior high math teachers, before reaching the lobby of our school.
Pulling out my phone, I look to see if one of the girls messaged to say which one of them was swinging by to grab me.
When I put my hip into it and push through the front door, the sight in front of me stops me dead in my tracks.
My eyes travel up the boots, jeans, belt, and semi-loose white tee that snugly hugs a very nice set of biceps.
Ink teases underneath the hem of his left side.
My eyes continue their trek across the hard planes of a broad chest before they land in the reflection of a pair of aviators.
A slow smile creeps across his lips as he casually leans back against his motorcycle, one leg crossed over the other.
He is stunning. Then I remember that I don’t fully trust this man yet. Inner me rolls her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, but in my gut, I already know the answer.
“I’m your ride. Brynleigh gave me your small bag. It’s in the back, here with mine, along with your jacket,” he says, tapping the storage area.
“Um…”
“I know you weren’t expecting to catch a ride with me, but they’ve already all taken off.”
“Of course they have.”
“Where’s that hint of the wild girl I see every now and then?” He leans forward. “Let her out to play so she can feel the wind against her skin a little, will ya?”
I chew on the inside of my cheek, mulling over his challenge.
He’s right. I’m acting completely out of my norm.
What is this man doing to me? I’m your wild, fearless, speak your mind, go with the flow girl.
Not this closed off, scared girl. I can do this.
I can proverbially let my hair down. I can most certainly enjoy the ride on the back of this pretty motorcycle with this gorgeous man, who may or may not have the ability to destroy me.
Just get on the damn bike.
I tip my chin up and hand him my messenger bag to put in the compartment with the other things we’ve brought. I’m determined.
“Thatta girl. Let’s do this.”
“You know how to drive this thing, right?”
“No, I figured we could figure that out together,” he retorts, peering over the top of his sunglasses at me with those jade eyes.
“Hardy, har, har.”
“That’s cute.”
“Get on.”
“I like you bossy and sarcastic,” Jaxon says smoothly as he throws a leg over the bike, looking every bit of sexy you can imagine as he starts the engine. He hands me a helmet hanging from the handle.
“Then you’re in for a treat,” I answer, pulling it on my head.
He smiles wider as I fumble with the clasp and finger motions me to come closer so he can fix it.
I step into his space, noting the fresh scent of his body wash or deodorant, I can’t tell.
The way it mixes with him has me leaning closer.
He grabs my belt loops, tugs me up to him, and concentrates on making sure it fits properly before sliding his thumb across my jaw.
I might’ve stopped breathing. His lips are so close.
“Is something on my face?” I ask, wondering if I somehow marked myself with highlighter or who knows what. Hey, it’s happened before.
“No.”
I gulp, still feeling his thumb, even in its absence.
“Hop on.”
I bite my lip as he turns his head, picking up his helmet.
“Isn’t a doctor riding a motorcycle kind of hypocritical? Like, how many people have you treated in your ER days from bike wrecks?”
He rests his helmet back on his thigh and turns to face me as I put one hand on his shoulder and sling a leg over the bike to slide in behind him.
“I’ve treated a fair share, but if I’ve learned one thing during my years in the ER, it’s to enjoy life while I have it.
For the record, most of those accidents aren’t because of the motorcyclist’s error but because other people on the road aren’t paying attention.
I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe, okay? ”
The heat behind his glasses has me squirming behind him. I nod my head in understanding. He nods back, slipping his helmet on with a crooked smile. I reach around and lightly grab onto his stomach. Feeling him chuckle, I ask him, “What’s so funny?”
“You’re going to have to get closer and hold me tighter than that.”
“Oh,” I answer as I scoot a little closer and squeeze him tighter.
I feel him chuckle again as his head shakes in front of me.
This time he doesn’t say anything else, just reaches back and slides his big palms along my outer thighs until he grips behind my knees, spreading them and pulling my body flush up against him.
I squeak in my helmet and feel his body move with his laughter again as my thighs form fit to his.
He then grabs my hands and pulls them tighter around him to where my breasts press into his back.
I swear I hear him hum in appreciation, but I can’t be certain over the sound of his bike.
Once he’s certain I’m not going to let go, he revs the engine and takes off.
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Jaxon
The feel of her thighs wrapped around me is driving me absolutely wild.
Add in her tits rubbing up against me, and yes, her nipples got insanely hard right after I forced her to plaster them against my back, and I feel like a ticking time bomb.
We’re almost an hour into the ride, and she just finally relaxed.
It helped once I turned on the radio. The breeze hasn’t been cold up until now, but we’re probably going to have to stop for our jackets in a minute.
She’s starting to burrow up against me a bit more than I think she would if it weren’t chilly out.
I just have to find a decent place to pull off.
Looking ahead, I notice the clouds darkening.
They’re beginning to look a lot more rainy than your typical ‘just some clouds rolling in’ like the forecast mentioned.
Shit. I’d checked the weather this afternoon, and we’d had a very small chance of rain.
Something’s changed, because that up there doesn’t look like a small chance of rain.
It looks like lots of rain. I sure hope we’re close to the next town.
Part of me doesn’t even want to stop and take the time to see, but we need to know how far out from shelter we are and what’s coming at us.
Holly must feel my mood shift because she turns her head forward and clutches me a smidge tighter when she inevitably sees what I see ahead.
“Jaxon, that doesn’t look great!” Holly hollers toward my ear, above the sounds of music and the bike.
“We have to pull over!” I holler back, turning the tunes down.
I decide now’s better than later and pull off to the side of the empty highway surrounded by trees.
I yank out my phone as she hops off the bike.
“Didn’t you look at the weather?!” she asks furiously, and I don’t have the patience for her snarkiness at the moment.
“Yes, I did, and there was a tiny chance of rain. Not anything that looks like that deluge coming our way.” I point toward the dark clouds as she groans in annoyance. I groan back when I pull up the radar as Holly’s phone starts ringing in the storage compartment.
“I bet that’s them telling us what I’m seeing.”
Holly fishes it out and nods at me in answer as she puts the call on speaker.
“You’ve got a ton of pop up storms coming your way. No tornadoes so far, but it’s a lot of rain and wind.”
“We just pulled over to look at the radar because we saw the change in the clouds. Where are you guys?” she asks Sydney.
“A lot closer than you.”
I hear the crack of thunder in the background of the call. Damn it.
“Jaxon, how close are we to the next town?” Holly asks me nervously.
“We need to get the jackets out and get moving.”
“Welp, I guess that answers my question. We’re about to get drenched. Syd, gotta go. I’ll let you know when we’ve made it to a diner or something.”
“Okayyyyy…” she breathes out. “Be careful.”
“We will be. Talk or text soon.” Holly hangs up, shoving the phone deep back inside the compartment.
“How far out?”
“Half an hour. I’ll push it while it’s dry, but we’re not going to make it dry.”
“Shit.”
“Yup. Jacket on, let’s go.”
She tosses me my bomber jacket, and I slide it on before slipping my phone into the waterproof area I got especially for times like this. Holly swings her leg over, closer than the first time she got on behind me, but she’s being shy again.
“Straddle me, Sweetheart,” I practically growl with impatience. “As much as I enjoyed sliding you up against me earlier, you need to do it this time.”