Unrequited (Fallen Aces MC #1) by Max Henry Read Free Book Online Page B

Elena, of the way she stands with one knee slightly bent, popping that curvy ass of hers.
    “You can use my helmet.” I lift the open-facer up and go to place it on her head when she grabs me by the wrists.
    “It’s not that far, honestly.”
    “Baby,” I say, frowning at her relaxed attitude. “I ain’t damaging any of this.” She stills as I reach out and drag my left thumb across her lips.
    “Okay.” Her answer is a breathless whisper. “But first.”
    I take a step back to avoid the flying elbows as she adjusts her ponytail so it sits at the nape of her neck. Her eyes never leave mine.
    “Better?” I ask, when she drops her arms.
    “Better.”
    I pop the helmet on and then get her situated on the seat before I climb on. My bike doesn’t have any space for a pillion, so the tank it is for me. She pats my shoulder as I settle my nuts against the unrelenting metal.
    “I can walk. Honestly, it’s not far.”
    I tap the side of my nose. She doesn’t know it yet, but I saw a place on the way into town that had separate units, all with their own private courtyards. If I’m going to take this lady somewhere, it’s going to have more than an ounce of class, not just the row on row of small units stacked on top of one another I think she means.
    She settles her hands around my middle as I turn the key and push start. The bike comes to life beneath us. I can’t help it. I look over my shoulder and grin. I know how bad that sprung seat vibrates.
    She grins back, and then laughs when I twist the throttle to give her a bit more of a buzz.
    “Tuck your legs over mine.” I point to the pipes and then slide my hand around her calf to demonstrate what I mean. Jesus. Wrong move, old boy. Lifting her lower right leg and wrapping her foot on my shin, I let go and take a breath. She doesn’t move, leaving her other foot hanging, and I glance back to find her watching me as I try to get my shit together.
    Her left heel hits my shin with a bang. “Ready.”
    I kick the stand up and after checking the traffic, give a twist of the wrist to get us going. Her thighs clamp down over mine, and her hands grip my abs painfully tight. Guess it’s her first ride, then.
    It’s the best ride I’ve had since building the beast.
    It seems as though she’s only just settled when I spot the driveway of the cabins I’d sighted earlier. Elena’s hands rest lightly on my sides, and she leans into every corner as if she’s an old pro. We cruise to a stop outside the office and I kill the engine.
    She doesn’t move.
    “You’re okay to get off,” I reassure her.
    She sighs first, slowly dragging her hands away and over the tops of my thighs— dangerously close to my convoy cock. Turns out the tank vibrates just as bad as the seat when you’re pressed up against it.
    I dismount and readjust myself with my back to her while she fiddles with the helmet and straps and eventually gets them undone.
    Ten minutes later, and a hundred dollars less in my back pocket, I open the door to our cabin. “M’lady?”
    She chuckles and walks past where I stand with my left arm outstretched, right tucked at the small of my back. The door slams shut with a kick of my boot, and before I can even come up with a half-decent line to give her, she takes the floor.
    Her shoes come off first, toe to heel as she walks. The tight-as-fuck tank goes next, landing on the foot of the bed. I’m in awe, watching her brazenly undress on her way to the shower. The sports bra narrowly misses collecting my head as she hurls it over her shoulder, rounding the corner to the bathroom with a cheeky smirk.
    I kick my boots off—both of them landing on opposite sides of the room—and shirk my cut, placing it carefully over the back of the chair. My hands are still on my belt when her running shorts hit the wall opposite the bathroom door.
    “You coming, or what?”
    I’ve never undressed so fast in my life.
    The water’s running when I do my best to act casual as I