Chapter 12 #2
“Uh,” I can hear him hesitate for a second before he starts. “I know I said I wouldn’t do this again, but I just feel like I have to tell you that your brother is right next to us.”
“Hmm?” is the only noise I can get out around his cock.
“What?” Eli calls out as I hear the window roll down.
“What are you doing all the way out here?”
I feel the sly smirk come across my face, knowing the height of the truck compared to Z’s bike and how he can’t see inside. I continue to work him into my mouth.
“Had a date.” Eli tells him, his hand coming to my neck, trying to tell me to stop.
I push harder against him as I continue to bring him closer to his breaking point. Feeling his legs stiffen underneath my hand, I try not to laugh.
I can hear Z laughing loudly. “Didn’t go well?”
“Quite the opposite… On my way to her place now.” He doesn’t show any emotion, most likely because he knows if he does, he’ll lose any sort of control he has trying to conceal this.
“I won’t hold you up.” Z laughs, and I can hear the bike revving, the window rolling up, and the truck moves from what I assume is another light.
“You’re so much fucking trouble.” Eli tells me bobbing my head along his shaft, he lets out a dark chuckle as I feel him yank the truck and roll to a stop.
Hearing the shifter push hard up, Eli’s hands come to my head as he thrusts up into my mouth.
An involuntary gag comes out as he holds my head in position.
“You think that’s funny?”
“Mmhm.” I mumble as best as I can with his dick down my throat.
A second gag comes out, making him laugh this time. “Oh, is it too much?”
Shaking my head as much as possible.
Wrapping his hand in my hair, he pulls me off his cock and forces me up to look at him.
“Good.” His face changes as our eyes lock. “Come here.” He pauses for a moment as he looks down. “God, I wanna fuck you right here.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because I’ve been watching you in that dress all night, and once I start, I won’t stop until we both pass out.”
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Pulling into the driveway, I realize I’d zoned out.
“I thought we were going back to my place?” I ask him as I laugh.
“We are.”
I’m not sure what to ask next, and know the confused look on my face says it all.
“I just told him I was headed to my date’s place. If he rides by your building and my truck’s there…”
“Oh, yeah, I could see how that’d be an issue.” Pausing, not sure where he’s going with it. “So, what are we going to do?”
“I’m gonna go get the bike out.” He says as he moves out of the truck door and walks further up the drive.
Moving after him, I ask. “Like your bike?” I realize after it leaves my mouth how dumb it sounds.
He laughs out before turning and glancing at me again. “Opposed to someone else’s?”
“Like the one Dad helped you build?”
Realizing why I’m asking, a smile draws on his face. “Yes.”
He walks up to the old garage and unlocks it before reaching down and pulling the door up. It’s too dark inside for me to see anything from where I’m standing, and my feet propel me forward. He pulls the cover off, revealing it, still looking brand new, or as brand new as they made the old bike.
“I can’t believe you’ve kept this.”
“Why would I get rid of it?” he asks, looking at me over the seat.
“I don’t know. I guess it doesn’t really seem to fit into your life anymore…” trailing off, unsure of what I’m really trying to say.
“Why? Because it’s loosely tied to the club?”
“Yes, and loosely is an understatement.”
“And the current president of said club helped me build it?”
Slowly, I nod my head.
“And the former president also helped?”
I don’t say anything, just continue to look at him.
He lets out a slight laugh as he leans further, mere inches from my face.
“Baby, you realize I’m fucking his daughter, right?
” It brings out a slight smile as he brushes his lips against mine before breaking them apart, but remains close enough that I can still feel them.
“I’m pretty sure it fits into certain aspects of my life seamlessly. ”
The smile widens as he nods towards the door, pushing it out. Moving back inside for a moment, I look over the bike sitting in front of me. I saw them working on it for so long. It brings back memories of my childhood. Before everything got so fucked.
Smiling at him as he walks back over with a helmet held out for me.
He steps over the seat before he holds his hand out to me. Using it to step over, I slide up behind him and hesitating before wrapping my arms around him.
“You okay?” comes through my helmet. Giving me that warm and fuzzy feeling how he’s able to sense my unease.
“Yeah…” I trail off.
“Sketch?”
“I just haven’t ridden much since…”
“Really?” he turns around, looking at me through the visor. “Why not?”
Shrugging my shoulder, giving him a non-answer, but he takes it, cranking the bike, before we’re moving back out onto the road.
Zoning out, because I’d rather think about nothing than what being on this bike will bring back.
Not a single bad memory, but also not memories that would keep from doing anything less than sobbing uncontrollably.
“Shit,” Eli mumble through my helmet.
“What?” Glancing around him, seeing the checkpoint that’s quickly approaching. “Shit.”
Out of habit, I’m already reaching behind me.
“What you wanna do, Sketch?”
“If we stop, we’re exposed.”
He says nothing, and I know what he’s actually worried about.
“If we stop, you’re exposed.”
“Tuck the plate.”
“Already done.”
“Hold on.” His chuckle comes through the helmet.
“You sure you still got it?” I tease him.
His head snaps around as he raises his visor just so I can see his eyes. “I still fucking got it, baby.” Echoes through my helmet before he pushing his visor down.
Tucking my body around him more, as he crouches lower and I peek over his shoulder.
The officers don’t notice us; the ones who aren’t at the cars are all standing around oblivious.
I can see the instant they catch the sound of the engine approaching because they look up with shocked expressions. Both of our laughs mix in the helmets.
The bike revs underneath me as it propels forward. Watching as a couple of the men scramble towards their cruisers, but he swerves up onto the sidewalk as we blow past them, picking up speed.
I can’t stop the grin as it spreads across my face.
My heart races as I feel us slowing down, almost coming to a complete stop at a light.
“About time.” He mutters as I catch the red and blue flashing lights in the side-view mirror. And we’re bolting through the intersection.
“Are you fucking with them?” I can’t help but ask him.
The only response he gives is a quick chuckle.
Veering onto the on-ramp to get on the freeway, the lights still flashing from behind.
As we merge on, Eli pulls down on the throttle, gaining speed quickly, the lights already fading from behind us.
Gripping tighter as he weaves us through traffic and merges off the freeway in the direction of my apartment.
We slow down, coming back to almost a normal pace, and I know he’s constantly looking into the mirrors behind us.
Glancing behind us before pulling into the parking lot of the complex, riding up next to my car underneath the covered spots, to hide a heat signature… just in case.
“Come on.” He’s hopping off the bike, reaching over to me with one hand as he grabs my bag out of the saddlebag.
Gripping him as we rush across the parking lot and up the two flights of stairs into my apartment. Eli’s already unlocking the door before he tugs me in behind him, the door slamming shut as soon as we clear it.
We’re moving over to the counter as he lifts me up, placing me on top, and his hands are sliding up my dress, sliding my panties to the sides and slipping his fingers into me.
My hands fumbling with his waistband and shoving them down his legs, his fingers quickly moving over before he’s slamming inside me.
The adrenaline still coursing through us.
His arms wrapping from underneath my arms, wrapping around and hooking onto my shoulder as he pulls me roughly against him. Our moans harmonizing together. Looking into the mirrored visor, unable to see his eyes, somehow making it that much hotter.
My heels digging into his ass as I pull him into me. Feeling my release building as his hips piston into me.
“Fuck,” he gasps through my helmet, his hands tightening on me as his orgasm takes over.
Feeling him tugging on the helmet as he uncovers my face, before following with his own. Our lips finding each other.
His grin wide as he looks at me, it brings one to my own face.
Pulling back, I giggle. “Seems like you liked that a little.”
He nods his head, his eyes glistening as he leans in, his face mere inches from mine. “Told you I still got it.”
Making me laugh as he lifts me up, spins us, and moves us into the bedroom. Attempting to hold his pants up as he carries me.
“You realize what would have happened if they caught us?” he laughs as we fall onto the bed.
“But you toyed with him the entire time.”
“What?”
“You slowed down and let them catch up.”
He gives me a look, trying to stop himself from smirking. He gives a quick nod, as if he doesn’t want to admit it out loud.