Page 16 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
The first few minutes of my first bike ride had me convinced that I wasn’t going to come out on the other side alive. Everything zoomed past me at supersonic speed. I was clinging to Spike but it didn’t feel like enough.
I had to lean into him, rest my cheek on his back and wind my arms around him so that I was eventually pasted to him. Stuck to him.
I pressed my eyes closed and tried to focus on something else. Anything other than crying out for help, quitting.
I could feel his body against me. His strong muscular body. His muscles were pumped and tense. He was gripping the bike hard, concentrating on the road and I could feel how tough and rock hard his torso was.
Again, there was that tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach. I breathed in his scent. He smelled of leather and smoke and beer. I had never been this close to something so masculine. Was my mind just playing tricks on me?
Would I wake up tomorrow after the fog of jet lag was gone, and laugh at myself for wanting a man like him?
But I didn’t care right now. For now, I could stay stuck to him like this; forget about the dangers of riding a bike, weaving through fast-moving traffic. I felt safe and protected with him. He was so strong. So capable. If there was anybody who could keep me safe on a bike, it had to be him.
I didn’t care where we were going anymore. I wasn’t even hungry anymore. I wished I could stay like this, forever.I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were riding. The few times that I had peeked, I noticed I didn’t recognize any of the places we were riding through. When Spike finally pulled up in front of a bar with a huge parking lot, I realized we were in the middle of nowhere.
For the first time, a shred of doubt and suspicion crept in. Once again, I couldn’t help but wonder why my father had picked a man like Spike to protect me. A man who hung out in places like these. Was he really going to keep me safe or was he the one I needed to be kept safe from?
He killed the engine and swung himself off the bike. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks because I was in a kind of warm lull this whole time. I didn’t want the bike ride to end, and now that it was over, I hoped he couldn’t see the look of desire in my eyes.
“Where are we?” I asked. Spike gave me his hand to hold, to help me off the bike.
When our hands touched, I felt that pulse of electricity run through my veins again. Was this how it was going to feel every time he touched me now? I was embarrassed, especially since I now knew he didn’t want me. He wasn’t going to make a move on me. I felt like I had already made a fool of myself.
“This is where I hang out,” he answered, confirming my suspicion.
I looked around, and everywhere I turned, there were deserted roads and trees. No sign of any traffic or people anywhere. There were bikes and trucks parked in the parking lot, and I thought I could hear faint music drifting from inside the bar. Loud thumping music. Definitely not the kind I would want to listen to early in the morning.
“This is where you hang out?” I asked, looking past him at the structure in front of us.
It could have been a deserted building if it weren’t for the loud music giving its use away.
“Yeah, this is where I spend most of my time. Where my friends hang out.”
“Is this where you conduct your business, too?” I asked and he turned to face me. He could see I was trying to mock him. Spike searched my eyes.
“I’m not asking for your approval or your opinion on the place. This is where we’re eating,” he replied and walked straight ahead.
I gulped, my throat was dry. I had no choice but to follow him. Where else was I supposed to go?
Maybe if I’d kept my eyes open and hadn’t got so lost in enjoying the experience of riding with him, I could have nipped this idea in the bud. Why on earth did he think I would want to come to a place like this?
Did they even serve food? What kind of breakfast would be available here? I had so many questions!
I was right behind him when he pushed through the double salon doors that made me feel like I was in some cowboy Western.
“Spike! It’s so great to see you!” A big tattooed man fell on Spike and they exchanged a quick hug, grinning from ear to ear. “How is the injury?”
