though, she might not be far off. He was watching both of them, his eyes sliding from Kyara's dark skin over to Ashley's cream.
Men, reflected Kyara as she arched an eyebrow at Jason, really are the same wherever you go.
"So," said Jason, turning away from her to look at the nearest ATV. "I take it you haven't ridden one of these before."
"They don't have a lot of trails in downtown Atlanta," said Kyara dryly.
"Okay," said Jason. "We don't have time for a full lesson today, so I'm going to just give you the basics." He straddled the machine, his muscular legs stretched wide. He handed her a helmet, and took one for himself. The barrier made him sound strange and far away as he spoke.
"Basically, I want you to just slide on with me." said Jason, easing forward to make room for her. "Good. Now wrap your arms around my waist. Um ... a little higher might be good."
Kyara followed his directions, pressing herself along the broad expanse of his back. She felt his muscles ripple as he adjusted to her presence. His skin was separated from her own by two thin layers of cotton, a sharp contrast with the seeming distance of his voice.
Kyara flushed as she felt her nipples begin to harden, pressing against him even through her bra. She tried to pull back, but he instantly corrected her, trapping her tight against him by holding his firm arm over hers. His skin was silk over steel, caressing and trapping her at the same time.
"Hold on tight," he chided. "When we start moving, inertia is going to tug you back, and you don't have a handlebar to grip."
I do if I move my hand down , thought Kyara, growing warm at the image.
"If we hit a bump or a hole, we're going to rise into the air a little. Flex your legs as we slam down. It'll make things a little easier. Let my hips and back warn you when that's going to happen. You'll feel me move."
Kyara swallowed, her cheek moving against against him. Did he even know what he was saying?
"Alright," he said. "Hold on." With that, the engine purred to life beneath her, the vibrations rubbing against the insides of her thighs and up along the seam where her body pressed against Jason's.
Oh, my.
Even with the warning, the jolt when they started moving startled Kyara. She gripped Jason more tightly, clinging to him as they moved.
Once they were traveling, though, Kyara started to really enjoy herself. The whole thing, the rumbling of the engine beneath them, the feel of his arms and torso against her, the wind whipping against her skin, felt like power.
I've felt so helpless, lately. This is ... a really good change.
Kyara tipped her face as far forward as she could, her helmet knocking against his.
"Faster" she called into his ear. "Let's really go!"
Without a word, Jason jumped the ATV forward, leaving her breathless and clinging. He zigged between the other riders, rubbing Kyara against him with each sharp turn. They quickly left the others behind, racing and bouncing through the green arches of the newly created trail.
I have got to get me one of these!
They reached the edge of the trail work all too soon. Jason cut the engine and climbed off, turning to help her dismount as well. When he pulled off his helmet, his face was flushed with the same exhilaration she knew must be on hers. She removed her own helmet to meet his eyes, one hand rising to try to tame her hair back into place.
Jason cleared his throat, holding his helmet in front of himself with both hands.
"So," Jason began, his voice casual. "I was thinking. I know you're busy a lot, but we first met at the farmer's market, and I wondered if you had been to the big one up in Burlington."
Kyara shook her head.
"I haven't really had the time," she said.
He nodded, as if he'd expected that reaction.
"Well, I'm going up on Saturday. I kind of wondered if you'd like to go with me. We could check it out, maybe