Chapter 50
CHAPTER FIFTY
CASPER
“Put it on.” I shoved the bright-pink motorcycle helmet towards Bellatrix’s chest, only to have her shove it right back. “Oof.”
“You put it on,” she grunted, her lip curled up at one side.
I shrugged and watched her push in front of me.
Seemed a little rude to refuse a gift after someone had gone to all the trouble to get it for you.
Then again, maybe Miss I-Can’t-Decide-If-I-Want-To-Kill-You-Or-Fuck-You wasn’t a fan of pink.
I didn’t much care for the color myself.
Shit that bright made you stand out. Which was why it was so easy to spot when I swiped it off the Harley parked out front of Sullivan’s a few blocks down.
Some biker and his old lady were about to be real pissed off when they finally staggered outside in a few hours and found their shit jacked.
Too bad I wouldn’t be around to see it. I was due for a good bar fight. Bobby was getting comfortable. Needed to remind him how fast I could switch things up on him.
Bellatrix threw one leg over the side of her bike and tapped the spot at her back. Riding bitch wasn’t what I had planned. But I could get onboard with rubbing my dick against her ass for the few minutes it would take us to get where we were going.
My guess was she wouldn’t mind it either. Like I said, she was having a real hard time keeping off my dick. Not that I was doing much to stop her. My dick happened to enjoy having her there and I had a hard time telling the fucker no.
I shoved the helmet on her head anyway, tapped it down, and hopped on behind her. She glared at me over a shoulder. I smirked and flicked the visor down. “I’ve seen what asphalt can do to someone’s face, myshka. Yours is too pretty to turn into ground beef.”
She stiffened, likely more taken aback by the compliment than the image of human hamburger smeared across the road.
It took weeks for the brown streaks to disappear sometimes and only if you happen to get a lot of rain.
Otherwise the little flesh pellets just cooked and shriveled up in the sun.
Smelled something awful. Especially in the summer months.
“Thanks, I think,” Bellatrix grumbled, without bothering to warn me as she shot out into traffic, weaving between cars and blowing through every red light we hit along the way. “Where we going?”
I tugged her closer against my dick and pointed out in front of us, where Briarwood’s silhouette loomed over a distant hill.
She nodded and made a quick left, cutting off a few cars and some guy on a delivery bike as she sped onto the sidewalk, forcing the couple walking there to rush inside the closest door.
She threw them the middle finger and zippered back into the street.
Someone was showing off. Or trying to shake me loose. Either way, I liked it.
I waited until she was turning onto the gravel road that would take you up to the main gates of the old sanitorium before tapping her on the helmet to get her attention.
When she turned to look at me again, I yanked her back by a belt loop, using the momentum to flip my ass over her head and squeeze myself in front of her.
She grabbed on to my waist to keep from slipping off as I quickly veered onto the path that would take us through the woods instead.
Skipping through the front door wasn’t exactly the entrance I was going for. Not that Bugs wouldn’t see me coming. I just didn’t like making shit easy for him.
“Good thing you wore the helmet, huh?” I called out over the sound of the wind whipping past us.
“Fuck you!” Bellatrix called back, and I revved the little engine of her sports bike. Anything bigger and I’m not sure I would have been able to make the switch without one of us face-planting. I would have tried it anyway.
Wasn’t often I got to play on a crotch rocket. Franks wouldn’t get near one since his accident, Bossman was allergic to fun, and the other two idiots never made it past the training-wheel phase of their lives.
I threw out an elbow, snapping the low-hanging branch gunning for Bellatrix’s face, and laid into the brakes. Swinging the tail end of her bike in the opposite direction and skidding to a stop seconds before we both splattered against a nearby tree.
She jumped down and tossed the helmet into a pile of leaves, shoving at my chest and nearly sending me ass-over-seat before I could prop the bike up on its stand.
It landed on its side and I landed in some mud, rolling to the left and barely dodging her fist when she lunged after me for a second time.
I sprung to my feet as she continued to swing. I managed to dodge those too, shifting my weight from one boot to the other before she finally had my ass backed up against another tree.
“What? I thought we were showing off.” I grinned.
She didn’t stop coming at me with her nails and teeth and pointed shoes until we were both panting, Bellatrix doubled over with her hands on her knees and me crouching in front of her so I could smirk up at her red face.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“No,” she huffed.
“Whelp, you’re about to feel a whole lot worse.” I stood to my full height and tapped her on the shoulder, as I spun around and started the trek up the hill towards the back of Briarwood with the duffle bag hiked up on an arm. “Come on, princess. Last one to make it to the top has to ride bitch.”
I didn’t have to turn around to see if Bellatrix was following me. I could hear the angry crunching of leaves and the occasional “asshole” being muttered under her breath.