Good Game (The System, #1) (32)

Really attracted to him.

Aleks rounds the corner, hands empty, and winks at me. He picks up his helmet and holds his free hand out to me. I return his smile, slipping my purse over my body and placing my hand in his.

“Ready?”

He gives my hand a quick squeeze, and my smile grows even larger.

“Ready.”





FIFTEEN




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ALEKS




“But if I wear your helmet, what will you wear?”

I laugh as I place the helmet on her and tighten the strap. It’s a little big but better than nothing.

“I’ve driven plenty of times without a helmet.”

Actually, that’s not true. I’m pretty fucking diligent about wearing my helmet. We aren’t referred to as organ donors for no reason. Parker and I got into a stupid accident once, racing each other at night. We totaled our bikes, fractured our ribs, got concussions, and ended up with matching scars on our temples. We were lucky we didn’t fuck up our hands. It was one time, but we made sure never to screw shit up like that again.

Still, I’d rather her wear the helmet than me, and letting her think I’m more carefree about it is the only way I’ll placate her. I do, however, grab my sunglasses and throw them on.

I swing onto the bike and gesture to the space behind me. I picked my BMW K1600GT this morning since it has a pillion seat. I had a gut feeling that she would be joining me. That or just plain cockiness that I’d get her on the back of my bike at some point today.

“You can hold onto me to get on, but it’s just like a regular bicycle, only there are footrests.”

She grips my shoulders as she gets on, and I mean grips, like she is afraid she is going to topple off.

I feel her settle behind me and start to rethink this idea. She begins to wriggle as she tries to get comfortable on the seat. Her hands slide from my shoulders to my ribs. It isn’t meant to be sexual, but everything right now feels that way. I can feel the heat of her against me and clench my jaw. We haven’t even taken off yet, and I’m beginning to lose control again.

I was five seconds away from pulling her onto my lap and making out with her in the café. I was so close to tasting those plush lips. But I knew that if I started, I would have basically been humping her on the couch, and that would have gotten us kicked out very quickly. Sydney loves that place too much for me to do that.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” She pauses. “I can’t fall off right?”

“Have you ever ridden on the back of a jet ski?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you fall off?”

“Once.”

Well…fuck. Not exactly the way I wanted this to go.

“Once out of how many times?”

“Hundreds, probably. We go every summer.”

“Then just think of this as the same. Hold on tight, shift your weight a little when you feel it, and keep your feet planted.”

I feel her take a deep inhale and exhale against my back.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

“Then here we go, baby.”

I take off out of the parking lot and onto the street at a reasonable speed, mainly to let her get adjusted. After a few minutes, we swing onto the highway, and I start to speed up. If I was alone, I would’ve ramped up all the way at once, but she might impale me with her nails if I do that. My speed creeps up from fifty to sixty and finally seventy miles per hour. Once we get a little farther out, I’ll be able to go ninety, and that’s when I really fly. There is an old highway no one uses anymore; if you follow it long enough, it takes you to an overlook with a view of the ocean.

Stevie’s grip begins to tighten as my speed continues to creep up. It’s early afternoon, yet there aren’t too many cars out, so I’m able to zip my way between the vehicles. Sliding from one lane to the next, the sun is beating down on us. With the speed I’m flying at, it forces the air to whip by us, cooling our skin. My hair rustles against the wind, and I let the freedom take over. I’d forgotten how nice it felt to ride without a helmet.

After thirty minutes, we finally arrive at the turn off, and my speed slows. I pull down a couple of streets before the highway entrance starts to appear in the distance. I can feel her moving as she turns to look around us, but she doesn’t say anything. She does, however, keep fucking shifting. Each time she moves, I can feel her pussy grinding against my ass. That, on top of her tits pressing up against my back whenever I speed up, is getting to be a smidge distracting.

My brain is trying to focus on the road, but my dick is centered on her.

I really want to show her the highway and the view, but if she keeps moving, we’re not going to make it. I slow down a bit so it’s easier for her to hear me.

“Stevie.”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to need you to stay still for this next bit and just hold me. I promise it’s worth it.”

“What do you mean?”

She shifts a-fucking-gain.

“That. That is what I mean.”

“What?”

She leans in to hear me better, and her tits squish against my shoulders and I about fucking lose it.

“Stephanie. If you keep grinding your pussy against my ass, I’m going to turn around and fuck you on this bike faster than you can say ‘oh.’”