“Just one little ride to your house, Mick, and I’ll never bug you again to get on the back of the bike.” He reached behind him, tugging on the bag he had on the side of the motorcycle and pulled out a helmet. “Come on, baby. I’m the safest person you can be on a bike with. Strap on the helmet and I’ll get you home.” He held it out to me, and my feet moved to him even though I knew this wasn’t a good idea.
This right here was another reason why I tried to stay away from Raider. He seemed to be able to talk me into anything even if it was something I didn’t want to do. “One ride and then you take me home.” I plopped the helmet onto my head and buckled the strap under my chin.
“You got it, baby. One ride and then I’ll have you safe at home and I even promise to tuck you in.”
“Humph, I can skip the tucking in as long as you get me home in one piece.” I actually only did live two miles away, so I figured what was the worst that could happen?
I put my hand on Raider’s shoulder and hoisted my leg over the back of the seat and managed to fit on the back of the bike without touching him. My victory was short lived when Raider scooted back on the seat and my body pressed against his back. “Hold on, baby,” he said over his shoulder as he started the bike and kicked up the kickstand. I managed to wrap my arms around his body just before he gunned it off the side of the road and rocketed down the street.
He blew through the stop sign that was right before my house but the thing that surprised me the most was when he flew past my house without even pretending that he was going to stop. “Raider,” I yelled, hitting him on the leg trying to get him to stop.
All he did was shake his head and grab my hand and thread his fingers through mine. “Hold on, baby. You said I could take you for a ride, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.” He twisted the throttle, the bike taking off and I knew right then and there that I had just made either the best or worst mistake of my life. Either way I looked at it though, it was still a mistake.
Fuck.
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Raider
It was about fucking time I got Mickey on the back of my bike, and you better fucking believe I wasn’t only going to go two blocks and let her off. She struggled to get her hand out of my grasp, but I wasn’t going to let her go. Driving one handed wasn’t a problem for the moment.
I had been watching Mickey for six months at the bar, and it took all of my willpower not to toss her over my shoulder and take her back to my bed every night. Mickey was the kind of woman you dreamed about and didn’t take for granted. The reason I had waited so long to make my move was that I knew she wasn’t ready. She had been with a huge asshole for the past two years, and I knew it was going to take some convincing to have her see that I was exactly what she needed and deserved.
I headed out of town, my headlight briefly lighting up the dark countryside as we rolled down the smooth pavement. This was what I wanted, what I had needed the past six months. Mickey on the back of my bike, her soft, warm body pressed against my back and her arms wrapped around me.
She had finally stopped trying to hit me, and her body relaxed as the bike rumbled underneath us.
“Where are we going?” she shouted over the roar of the engine.
“You’ll see, baby.” I knew exactly where we were headed, but I knew if I told her she was going to freak out on me again. I figured this was one surprise that I could keep for the next fifteen minutes.
She surprisingly didn’t say anything more and just enjoyed the time on the bike. She had told me before that she was terrified of being on the back of a motorcycle, but I knew all she needed was to be with the right person, and she would love it. So far it seemed that my assumption was correct.
I pulled into the long driveway that led to my house, and I felt her tense up behind me. I had mentioned to her before that I lived out in the country at the end of a long dirt road and I think she was starting to remember that conversation we had.
“This better not be what I think it is, Raider.” I pulled the bike up to the front steps of the porch and killed the engine. The silence that followed was deafening, and all I could hear was Mickey’s light breathing and the crickets that were always chirping.
“You’re going to have to tell me what you think it is and then I’ll let you know.”
“This is your damn house,” she scolded. She flung herself off the bike and moved to stand in front of me. “I can’t believe that you brought me here. You swore that you were going to take me home.” She crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot.
“I still plan on taking you home, baby. I just never promised when that would be.”
“This is kidnapping, Raider,” she screeched as she threw her hands in the air.