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Wishing we had time to talk more, I needed to focus on whether I should drag men who I cared through such a battle for me. “Get my bike. We’ll figure it out closer to N.C.”
Satisfied, Piercer took off running toward the dirt parking lot.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t tired despite carrying Rosa all this time. It was amazing. My insides were a jumbled emotional mess, but my physical body had never felt so strong.
I suddenly remembered her dancing and telling me, “Your strength may serve me well.”
Knowing it was due to her, I softly spoke, “Can you hear me at all?”
She didn’t stir.
Rosa had protected me this evening. Now it was my turn to do the same for her. But Piercer had made a good point… Riding with an unconscious body isn’t highly recommended on a motorcycle. So I tried to wake Rosa.
There was no denying our strong physical connection, hence me taking a gentle approach. I stopped walking to press my lips to hers.
Her soft lips were sensational. At first, I was the only one doing the kissing. “Come on,” I pleaded nervously. Modifying my brother’s nickname for her, I nervously whispered, “Little Hellion.” To most, Rosa would be viewed as just that when she got angry. To me, remembering how she had stood over me, viciously guarding me, I found her ferocity endearing. I kissed her forehead. “Thank you for denying my wish.”
With deep affection and gratitude, I pressed my lips to hers again. It seemed every minute I was around her she was burrowing deeper inside my spirit, bringing it back to life. Even more so when her mouth started moving against mine. Her eyes never opened, but her body did. Her tongue swept at mine, and her arms and legs moved to wrap around me with a hunger I hadn’t thought her exhausted body could muster. I moaned as my dick stiffened, ready to nurture any desire she had, but there was no time. I had to shut it down.
After the kiss ended, I praised, “Good girl.”
Her forehead nuzzled my chin. Her arms slipped through the opening of my shirt then wrapped around my ribs before she rested her cheek on my shoulder and went back to sleep. Feeling like I had won the lottery when it came to women, I walked us the rest of the way to the edge of the trees, knowing I could ride with her like this.
Soon, I heard my Hog purring across the grass, a headlight beamed on me and Rosa.
Piercer parked it next to us then quickly got off. “Got it unnoticed but may not be so lucky getting mine.”
“Agreed. Gimme a bandana, and I’ll meet you on the dirt road. We’ll get out of town.”
After searching a saddlebag, he handed me what I needed then took off running back to the parking lot.
Enjoying the fact that Rosa was the first woman to ever be on my bike, I loaded then kicked up the stand, easily balancing us both. “Babe, interlock your feet behind me, and keep them like that.”
Her legs tightened around my hips.
Mindfully, I tucked Rosa’s long hair in the red rag so it wasn’t a knotty mess after five minutes of being on the road. Then, with her straddling my lap, half asleep, I drove with ease across the field.
Heading to find another side road, Piercer’s headlight quickly appeared then caught up with me. Side by side, we took every back road possible to get us out of Georgia and into North Carolina, which was easier said than done.
After pulling over so Piercer could piss behind a tree, he observed Rosa in my arms, and asked, “This happening? I thought we promised not to drag Old Ladies into our messy lives.”
We also didn’t want a woman we cared about being raped by Dad’s ‘loyals’ if we ever pissed him off to that point. And that violence would’ve only been the beginning of his revenge.
“Piercer, I’d be dead—”
He held up his hand. “Okay. Okay. Please stop reminding me.” Rubbing sweaty palms on his jeans, he tried, “So we—”
The ringing of my cell cut him off. It was our uncle.
Weatherman was given his road name because he could always smell a storm brewing.
“Hello?” I answered.
My uncle was cursing a mile a minute. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re alive. I got a bad feeling then heard some fucked-up shit and thought your Old Man—”
“He tried, Weatherman.”
“Goddamnit! That motherfucker will be riding the devil’s cock by the time I’m through with him! Goddamnit! Are you hurt? Where the fuck are you—”
