Chapter 16 ZAYDEN
ZAYDEN
NORA’S ARMS CURL AROUND my waist and the wind rushes against my face through my open visor.
I love riding. It gives me a rush like no other.
I used to try and get Leasa on the back of my bike all the time when I had one I was borrowing, but she refused.
She despised them and hated that I had any interest in them.
I know it isn’t for everyone, but I’d wanted nothing more than to share it with her.
Now with Nora, I feel like she respects my passion for riding and enjoys it.
The engine growls beneath me, a deep, steady thrum that vibrates through my arms as I twist the throttle.
The night air slices past my face, cool and sharp.
Nora is pressed against my back, arms wrapped tight around my waist, her fingers locked just above my belt.
I can feel her laughter more than I hear it – soft, muffled by the wind – as we lean into a turn, the bike tilting with an easy grace beneath us.
I could do this for hours. It’s all the more fun sharing it with her.
The road stretches out ahead, bathed in the pale, flickering glow of streetlights that blur as we speed by.
She shifts slightly, her cheek brushing my shoulder, and I can feel her trust in the way she holds on – steady and fearless.
The fact that she trusts me enough to come on the back with me means more than I can express in words.
Reaching behind me, I tap her thigh, letting her know that we’re approaching a straight and I’m about to increase my speed.
The city’s behind us now, swallowed by the dark.
Out here, it’s just the road, the night and the two of us flying.
Her arms tighten around me further. My stomach lurches as we speed through the night, the trees a blur as we pass.
Being back on my bike, with the girl I’m falling for behind me, her arms secure around my waist, I decide there is no better feeling than this.
When I need to find a mental ‘happy place’, this is it.
This moment. The freedom, the adrenaline, the closeness I feel with her. It’s a high I want to keep chasing.
After a scenic drive, I take her up to the lookout I’d shown her before. She steps off the bike and I pull off my helmet. Turning to look at her, I see her beaming smile as she does the same.
‘That was incredible,’ she gushes, placing the helmet on the back of the bike.
‘Yeah?’ I grin, her excitement contagious.
‘Hell yeah!’
I shrug out of my leather jacket and hang it on one of the handlebars.
I swing my leg over and rest back, feeling a little shaky from the ride.
Riding with someone is different from riding solo, but it didn’t take me too long to get the hang of it.
It helps that Nora is experienced with corners, she knew what to do without me having to explain anything, and she clearly didn’t mind going at high speeds, which quite frankly makes her even hotter, in my opinion.
Nora steps towards me, the cool breeze whipping her bangs around her face.
I inhale her floral-scented perfume – or maybe it’s her shampoo – as she steps between my thighs.
I rest my hands on her hips and drag her closer to me.
Her lips brush across mine in the ghost of a kiss and I groan, curling my hand around the back of her neck and pressing my mouth firmly against hers.
I shift, trying to get comfortable, but the pressure of my straining dick against my leathers is making it uncomfortable to sit down.
Her hands trail down my shirt and stop at the bulge in my pants before she palms it, squeezing it tightly.
I suck in a breath through my teeth and can’t help but jerk my hips towards her, encouraging her to keep going.
Her fingers circle around the button of my pants and then a second later, it pops open. I lift off the seat as she pulls them down my thighs, taking everything with her. I hold my breath as the cold air licks across my exposed skin.
With her eyes trained on mine, she lowers herself between my legs and my eyes widen. Surely I am hallucinating right now, because somehow, my hottest fantasy is coming to life right before my eyes.
Her hand feels soft and delicate as her fingers wrap around me, moving up and down in this unique way that I haven’t experienced before. It’s like she’s flicking her wrist in a particular way that has me feeling feral. For someone who hasn’t done this before, she sure seems to be learning fast.
Lowering her head, her mouth closes around the tip and I let out a shaky breath, gripping the seat with one hand and securing my other hand around the back of her head.
She laps up and down my length, alternating between her mouth and her hand with a speed that makes me feel like I’m about to come undone.
‘Fuuuck,’ I groan, tilting my head back as she keeps going, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.
When she lowers once more, licking up and down my length before taking me all the way down the back of her throat, I release a deep, guttural groan as the pressure builds, and I claw at the seat, as if that will help me keep a lid on my control.
‘I’m going to—’ I start and squirm a little. ‘Where …?’
She keeps going, moving faster, and I realise that’s her answer. I give over to the temptation, releasing inside her mouth. Nora’s eyes find mine as she licks my slit, capturing every last drop. My God, this girl. Where the hell did she come from?
Standing, she drags her tongue around her mouth.
‘Delicious,’ she says, casually tossing her braid over her shoulder, like she didn’t just give me one of the best earth-shattering orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
I can’t quite manage to string a sentence together yet, and instead, try to catch my breath. She faces me, cheeks flushed, a pretty smile on her lips.
‘What?’ she asks.
‘You’re amazing.’ She ducks her chin and I pull her close to me, placing a finger under her chin and forcing her gaze to meet mine.
‘I mean it. Not because of what you just did – although that was amazing – I mean just who you are. I feel so close to you. I trust you and clearly you trust me. Getting on the back of my bike with me probably seems like nothing to you, but it means so much to me. I feel things for you that I’ve never felt before and I know this was all just meant to be an agreement, or whatever, but I have real feelings for you, and I hope you have them for me, too. ’
Pressing her lips together, she leans close to me, our foreheads touching.
‘I feel the same for you, Zayden.’
‘Good,’ I whisper, our breaths mingling as I drag her towards me. ‘Because I can’t get enough of you.’
‘As if!’ I shout, throwing my hands up. ‘Forward pass!’
The ref glances my way, a displeased frown etched across his face.
It’s not unlike me to get riled up and vocal during a game, but usually I try to swallow down my anger.
Well, getting riled up in a game is common for me, but I’m usually more careful in how I approach things, especially when it comes to my behaviour towards the ref.
This time, it’s getting the better of me.
The ref is making some ridiculous calls to the point where I’m wondering if he’s corrupt.
‘Not another word from you,’ the ref snaps, jabbing a finger in my direction.
A retort is hot on my lips but Mason pushes me, snapping my attention to him. He meets my eyes, giving me the look. Blowing out a breath, I nod, stepping away from him and walking back up the field to join the rest of the team.
I hate the team we’re playing. The Marlins. They play dirty and always try to take out our players. Mason and I are usually their prime targets. Their entire strategy seems to be about dividing us. It’s smart, but annoying all the same.
Anthony Douglas, a slimy player that has unfortunately risen through the ranks lately, sprints for me the moment the ball is in my hands. Dropping my shoulder, I turn on my feet, running past him with a speed I reserve for special occasions.
I pass it off to Mason and he takes off, but I stay with him, running so hard my lungs burn. Just as he’s about to get tackled, he fakes a left before pelting the ball in my direction. I leap to get it and land smoothly, sliding across the tryline.
Cheers erupt in the grandstands surrounding us and I stand, receiving a few back claps from my team. My eyes search the stands and settle on those blue orbs I’d see from a mile away. Nora’s beaming smile has me doing one in return.
‘Sloppy seconds? Didn’t know that was your type.’
Turning, I stare in confusion at Anthony. He’s not even meant to be on this side of the field right now, so obviously he has something he’s trying to play here.
‘As usual, I don’t know or give a fuck what you’re on about,’ I bark back at him in a dismissive tone.
‘That chick in the stands,’ he spits. ‘She and my brother have … a history.’
I hate that he gets my attention. I glower at him. ‘I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.’
‘Oh but I do,’ he continues, a satisfied smirk inching across his mouth. ‘They went out for a drink and he bent her over in the bathroom afterwards. Probably still has bruises on her knees from when she—’
My hands fly out before me and I shove into him so hard he stumbles back, the wind being knocked out of him. He chokes on a gasp and then laughs, enjoying that he’s found my weakness.
‘If your brother is the man I saved her from, then you better tell him if I ever see him again, I’m going to knock his fucking teeth out.’
‘Boys!’ the ref snarls, stalking over to us. Thankfully, I think he missed me shoving Anthony, but he’s noticed something going down. ‘We got a problem here?’
‘Nope!’ Mason quickly intervenes, stepping between us and nudging me backwards, increasing the distance between Anthony and me, even as he edges towards me, a feral look in his eyes. ‘All good here, ref.’