Misguided Heart

Thirty-Nine

Aston

When I pulled up in front of Sloan's house, I expected him to be inside but then I heard the familiar hum of a Ducati 848 Evo. I closed my eyes as my hands tightened around the steering wheel, remembering the feel of a bike between my legs.

I owned a Suzuki GSX-R 1000, but I had test driven the Ducati too many times to count. I had been saving to trade in my old bike for the new Ducati, for the last year and a half. I listened as the bike came nearer and I was in complete shock when I saw who the rider was. As much as I thought I knew this man that I was quickly falling for, he always surprised me.

I think in the back of my mind, I knew he rode. It fit his bad boy persona all too well. Seeing him pull up on that bike, it made me instantly wet and my insides ached for him to be inside of me. I wanted to saunter over to him and straddle him where he sat. I wanted to have my way with him and make all of my fantasies come true, on the back of that bike. But, when I saw the look on his face when he pulled his helmet off, I knew it wasn't the time for it.

Something inside of me was shooting off warning signs. He had that look in his eye, the look of distrust and guardedness. I knew having a conversation with him was going to pointless, but I pushed it anyway. I didn't know he was going to be so standoffish until the words started flowing out of his mouth. With his first question of how I knew where he lived, I threw up my defenses and pulled back.

I didn't pretend to know everything about this man, and I knew he had hidden secrets but I never took him as the type of guy to be so curt and hurtful. When I knew the conversation was going nowhere, I took that as my cue to leave. He said he was still planning on taking me to the company party, so I guess that was a plus. I shrugged it off as him having a bad day and I took my cue and left.

When I reached my house, I felt something change in the atmosphere. Everything seemed off and misconstrued. I didn't want to be in this day any longer. Even though it was only seven o'clock, I decided to pack it in and go to bed. I fed Bugsy, stripped down to my skivvies and climbed under the covers for a much needed long night of rest. When sleep began to take over my exhausted body, I prayed for a better tomorrow.

A faint tapping against the back door in my room startled me awake. I quickly grabbed my phone, checking the time. It was four o'clock in the morning and my entire house was pitch black. Bugsy was nowhere to be found and he wasn't barking, which was unusual for him. He always slept at the end of my bed. When I didn't hear the tapping again, I lay back down, willing sleep to take me back.

As I started to doze back into my dreamless sleep, I heard the tapping again. I sat straight up in bed and reached for the baseball bat I kept next to the headboard. I could hear the wind outside rustling the trees but none of them were close enough to brush against the glass. I pulled myself out of bed and tiptoed my way over to the door. I held the bat up ready to strike anyone who tried to get inside.

When I heard the tapping one more time, I quickly flung back the curtain, exposing Sloan's drenched figure. I dropped the metal bat on the floor next to my feet as I scurried to unlock the doors and let him inside. When I unlatched the last lock, both doors flung open as the wind whooshed through the crisp night air.

Sloan stood staring at me, unblinking. Rain trickled down his wet hair and caught on his lower lip. I was still mad at this man for the way he acted earlier, but looking at his soaking wet muscled body pushed away all enraged thoughts from earlier.

His black t-shirt stuck to every single muscle and curve along his upper body. My eyes raked down a bit further and noticed how his denim pants were soaked through and clinging to his very prominent bulge. I licked my lips as I took in the very wet sight in front of me.

Sloan stood unmoving outside of my bedroom. His eyes never left mine and I couldn't bring myself to look into them. I knew that falling for this man was bad for me and the more I looked at him, the more I wanted to do just that.

As the breeze brushed across my skin, goose bumps formed and I found myself crossing my arms over my chest. I was only wearing a very tiny lace camisole and it wasn't helping keep the cold at bay. I took a step back to let him enter if that's what he was here for, but he ferociously shook his head and took off down the metal staircase. I went to follow, but pulled myself back and closed the doors tight. When the last lock was in place, I climbed back into bed and tried to drift off to sleep. Needless to say, sleep evaded me for the rest of the night.

I finally drug my overly tired body out of bed at quarter past five. If I hadn't gotten any sleep up until this point, then there was no point in even trying. I slipped out of bed, threw on my workout gear and grabbed my gym bag that was packed with an extra set of work clothes.

When I reached the garage, I debated which vehicle to take to work. Today it was an easy decision. I slipped the beamer keys into my gym bag and slung it over one shoulder as I grabbed my helmet and hopped onto the back of my bike. The purr of the engine when I turned that key sparked something inside of me and suddenly the gym was the last thing I needed. I needed to ride and let myself go.

I took the side streets a little slower than usual. I hadn't ridden in a little while and I wanted to make sure I still had the skills to do so, safely. I flipped the blinker to get on the 101 and when the light turned green, I gunned it. Shifting through each gear effortlessly, I found myself freely inching up in speed. When I hit 110, I let off the throttle a little bit and coasted my way down the highway.

There was very little traffic this time in the morning, and for that I was grateful. As I got off on the next exit to turn around, I felt his presence, which was crazy, but I still felt it. He was close by and I knew it. I tried to ignore the distinct feeling as I turned back onto the on ramp, only the feeling got stronger. When I glanced over my left shoulder, checking for traffic as I merged, I caught sight of the dark stealth colored Ducati a few car lengths behind me.

My breath hitched in my throat and my adrenaline spiked through the roof. I wasn’t quite sure what game he was playing, but two could play it, and I always played to win. I pulled the throttle back and lifted up my front tire as I took off. When my tires dropped down to the asphalt, I lunged forward and before I knew it, I was going 120 and trying to escape my now wannabe stalker. I knew he was close behind, but I never once looked back the whole ride to the office.