Page 18 of Caged Hunger

God, he loved her.

Nick removed his helmet and chuckled.

“Not even a ‘Hey, Nick! Nice to see you!’ or a ‘Hey, Nick! Thanks for riding my bike across the country and for bringing my baby back to me.’”

Basher glanced up at his old friend.

“It’s hardly across the country. Eight hours at best. Plus, you were the one who got the pleasure of riding my special lady, even though she only belongs between one man’s legs.”

Nick hopped off the bike, just as another man came riding in behind him.

“Is that Jacob?” Basher asked, recognizing the half-naked woman tattooed on the man’s right arm as he pulled in.

“Yup, Bradly sent us to pick up his delivery while we dropped off your bike. And man, does she ride fucking smooth.”

Basher’s smile nearly swallowed his face. “Man, I can’t wait to take her for a spin. I’ve been missing her ever since I got thrown in the pen.”

He stood and gave Nick a welcoming hug. They slapped each other’s backs before turning to greet their other friend as well.

“Bash! Long time no see!” Jacob hollered as he hopped off his bike and walked over to greet his old buddy. “I heard they let your scrawny ass out of prison.”

Considering Basher was double the size of Jacob, there was nothing scrawny about him.

“They said they were freeing up my bed, making room for you and your new roommate. I hear he likes to cuddle,” Basher joked, wrapping his arm around his old friend and giving him a brief hug as well.

“I don’t remember you being this chatty,” Jacob said as he pulled away. “You been drinking that funny stuff they go around calling alcohol out here?”

“I’m just happy I finally got my baby back, is all.”

“I think that funny stuff you’re talking about is called premium beer by the rest of the country. We don’t go around serving piss-water and calling it beer like they do out in those fancy Vegas biker bars,” a deep, growly voice answered.

They all looked up to see Marcus and Caden walking out the back door.

“Oh, hey, boss,” Basher greeted, taking a step back so Marcus could feast his eyes on his baby.

Marcus whistled. “Now that is one smoking-hot ride. How fast can she get?”

“About one hundred and ninety miles per hour,” Basher answered proudly.

“Damn, she’s fast,” Marcus added, stepping up to the bike and running his hand over her surface.

Basher felt like a proud father showing off his child to anyone willing to look. He couldn’t quite explain it. Something about being out on the open road with his baby made him feel truly alive—free in a way nothing else ever could. In those moments, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, and nothing else mattered.

Marcus turned to Nick and Jacob. “You boys look tired. How about you guys head inside and have a little food and drinks on the house, while Basher, Caden, and I take our bikes out for a spin. We can finish up the deal when we get back.”

Nick and Jacob happily agreed. They both followed Caden inside while Marcus walked over to his bike.

“Let’s see what your baby is made of,” Marcus shouted as Basher hopped on his bike and brought his bad girl to life.

Feeling the hum between his legs brought back so many memories. His first ride on a motorcycle, the first time he took his baby cross-country. Hell, even the first time he got head while parked in the desert.

That night had been a surprise. He and his crew were participating in a charity ride across Nevada when he stopped at a café to grab a quick coffee. It was late at night, and all the other guys from the Death Cruisers had headed back to their rooms for some fun between the sheets.

As he sipped his coffee in a booth at the back of the shop, he noticed one of the other civilian riders participating in the charity ride. The man appeared to be in his late forties, with messy black hair and a chiseled jaw sharp enough to cut glass.

All it took was a quick glance of the eyes, a subtle rub of his crotch, and then they were five miles down a deserted road, Basher with his jeans around his ankles and the dude with his mouth wrapped around his cock.

Getting a blow job under the soft glow of the moon, with his bare ass pressed against the side of his bike, was an experience he knew he would never forget.