Chapter 4
Chapter Four
He rides like a demon and all I can do is hold on and bury my face in the warmth of his back.
A stupidly warm back that has only a thin layer of cotton between my cheek and his skin.
It should be criminal to wear a shirt that perfectly fitted. Hugging every hard plane of his body.
But I have no choice. Staying on that roadside would guarantee that my father’s men would find me.
Getting on this bike might not be the lesser of the evils.
Not after the way he looked at me.
I groan, licking my lips. The bastard. Man handled me, bossed me, made me have visions of giving him a lobotomy with my high heel.
He also made my nipples ache behind these stupid pasties.
But the man has confused the hell out of me. The way he zipped the coat carefully and double checked the helmet strap doesn’t align at all.
The reckless stranger downshifts and turns on another road, taking the turn at breakneck speed.
“Jesus, can you go any faster?”
He chuckles—the bastard actually laughs—as he grips my bare thigh with that oversized, calloused hand.
When he rolls on the throttle this time he goes so fast my hair ties itself around my neck.
I can’t stop the squeal that tears from my throat. My god!
I’ve been on motorcycles my whole life. Never this fast.
Trees turn into one long tunnel. The yellow line is a blur in his headlight beam as the wind whips the jacket he put on me, making it flap against my back, drowning me in his scent.
Do NOT think about that warm, mint and spice scent. But when I draw in my next breath, it intoxicates me.
Down low in my stomach, a swarm of muscles quiver.
The sensation is so shocking, I gasp again.
No. I am not turned on by him!
He yells back to me, “You do realize where your hands are…”
Oh my god, I jerk them away, but he stops me, capturing both my hands in one of his, pressing them back to his crotch.
His big body shifts, grinding a dick the size of my forearm against my captured hands.
“Asshole,” I growl, trying to tug my hands free, but he doesn’t let go and he doesn’t slow down.
I finally get brave enough to look at the speedometer. The needle sits at 110.
It’s the middle of the night on a county road where a deer could jump out at any moment.
I really might die tonight.
The evening didn’t start out like this. I managed to avoid getting pawed between the dance floor and the dressing room. A major win.
No one demanded I go into a back room, which wouldn’t happen anyway.
But then my father shattered my entire world.
“You okay, Chaos?”
Oh. I loosen my grip, which is, thank god, no longer on his stupid erection, but instead is choking his abdomen.
“My life is just flashing before my eyes, Speed Demon,” I yell into the wind.
He reaches back and squeezes my bare thigh again before he puts his grip back on the handlebars like they should have been all along.
I’m stunned. After giving myself a mental shake. Think, Gigi. I’ve got to get off this man’s bike.
When we finally hit an area where I recognize the roads, I pry my cheek away from him and tap his side. “You can turn left up here, I have a friend out this way.”
He eases off the throttle and I almost exhale in relief, but then he turns right. Not left.
“Wait! I need to go the other way.”
He hits the throttle again, screaming through the gears, and I have to hug the man with my thighs and arms to keep from flying off.
“You monster!”