Once I put my car in park, I hopped out and walked over to him. “This place is unbelievable, Kane,” I told him as I followed him up to the front door. “Is this really your house?”
“Yeah. I told you about it,” he said, like it wasn’t even a big deal.
“I’d say you downplayed it a bit. Don’t ya think?”
“Maybe,” he said with a big smile. “It’s just a house, Allie.”
“This,” I said, “is not just a house!”
After we unpacked my car, he took me on a short tour, showing me all the renovations he’d made and told me about his plans for the rest of the house. I could see the pride in his eyes as he talked about it, and I couldn’t believe he had done all of it on his own. It was amazing. There was much more to him than I had even realized.
When he finished showing me around, he turned to me and said, “Now that you’re settled, we need to head over to the clubhouse. I’ve got some things I need to see about.”
“Now?” I asked, feeling suddenly nervous about seeing the clubhouse for the first time.
“Yeah. I should’ve been there an hour ago.”
“Okay. Give me a minute to change clothes,” I told him as I turned and headed back to his bedroom. I quickly changed out of my work clothes and into a pair of shorts with a tank top and a pair of flip-flops. I looked in the mirror, giving myself one final check, before I headed out to find him.
He stared at me for a moment before he said, “You don’t wear shorts on a bike, Allie. It isn’t safe. Did you bring any jeans?”
“I get to ride on your bike?” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice. I quickly headed back to change my clothes again. When I walked back into the room, he nodded in approval.
“Your legs looked hot in those shorts, All-Star. Best sight I’ve seen in awhile, but your ass looks amazing in those jeans, too,” he said playfully. He didn’t even give me a chance to react before he took hold of my hand, leading me out the front door and out to the driveway to his huge motorcycle. I didn’t even realize they made them this big, but then again, it would have to be huge to carry a guy like him around. He threw his leg over the seat and held out his hand to help me get on behind him.
Once he was settled, he handed me a black helmet and said, “Put this on.” After slipping it over my head, I used his shoulder for balance as I eased myself onto the bike. Without saying a word, he took my hands and wrapped them around his waist. The engine quickly came to life, and the vibrations of the motor shook throughout my body. He reversed out onto the main road and said, “Hold on tight.”
My fingers locked around him like a clamp, securing me tightly to his back. I was completely wrapped around him. I couldn’t have gotten any closer to him even if I’d tried. I was nervous, but the thrill of the ride excited me more. As he throttled back the accelerator and shot out into traffic, I realized I’d never felt anything more exhilarating. I was terrified and overjoyed all at the same time.
After several miles and a couple terrifying bends, I began to relax a little. I no longer had my hands fastened around him as tightly. I slowly slid them inside his leather jacket and rested the palms of my hands on his stomach, feeling his muscles tense as he controlled the powerful machine beneath us. I followed the rhythm of his body, leaning and swaying right along with him as we continued down the road.
Once I began to feel more comfortable, I started to actually look at the beautiful scenery that surrounded us. Dark threatening clouds began to roll across the sky, signaling an approaching storm. I knew it was about to get bad when sudden strikes of lightning flashed across the sky. Every time I saw a bolt of lightning strike the ground, I clamped my thighs tightly around him. The advancing storm should have worried me, but I felt so at ease next to Kane. Being with him made me feel safe and whole. As my nerves began to settle once again, my hands got a mind of their own. Every few minutes, they would find a new spot to rest on Kane’s body… his thighs… his abdomen… his chest. Unable to stop myself, I began to shamelessly squeeze the inside of his thigh.
I could hear the hunger in his voice as he turned his head back towards me and said, “You’re going to pay for that when we get to the clubhouse.”
Losing all of my inhibitions, I let my hand drift farther up his thigh, lightly brushing my fingertips against his cock. I leaned forward, putting my mouth close to his ear and said, “Is that a promise?”
The bike slowed, almost to a stop, as Kane’s voice took on a gravelly tone and said, “Behave, Allie.”
I could feel my arousal growing as the vibrations of the engine rattled between my legs. I wanted him… right then and there. Brazenly, I again ran my hand more firmly over his hardening bulge and called, “Kane?”