Page 42 of Needed You

He stands at the same time and crowds me, making my heartbeat skyrocket. I swear it’s going to beat right out of my chest.

“Come on,” he says softly. Turning, he waves to his sister and walks to the door.

I do the same. I’m following him like a lost puppy. I can’t help but wonder what’s happening and why. Outside, the air is crisp, and the sun is starting to set, although there’s probably still another forty minutes of dusk. Lev’s car isn’t in the lot, and instead, he starts heading to his bike, which is parked not far away. I begin to peel off and head toward my car when Lev’s voice stops me.

“Wanna go for a ride?”

I’m pretty sure my heart stops beating completely. My traitorous heart. A ride? A ride. On Lev’s bike, behind him, my arms wrapped around him. “Really?” I ask, a little too eagerly.

“Really,” he says, holding out a helmet to me.

I hesitate for only a moment before stepping over to him. Then I reach out and tentatively take the helmet out of his hand.

He’s putting his helmet on when I ask, “You sure we can both be on it?”

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, and goose bumps erupt on my arms and neck.

“Yes. We can both be on it.” He throws his leg over, and I take a second to admire this scene. Thick, jean-clad thighs straddle the bike. His strong hands hold onto the handlebars, and his amazing ass is sitting on the leather seat. It’s breathtaking. He’s breathtaking. Lev notices me staring at him and smiles. “Stop gawking and get on.” He moves up on the seat as far as he can safely sit, and I approach the motorcycle. “Just throw your leg around and settle in the middle. You can hold onto me.”

I do as I’m told, my throat dry as I climb on the bike. I put the helmet on and sit there, my hands on my thighs. I’m not super comfortable with this, and as much as I want to do it, my stomach is churning. I don’t know if it’s because it’s my first time on a motorcycle or if it’s because I’m going to be holding onto Lev, getting to be this close to him again.

He starts the bike, and I feel the power come alive underneath me. My body vibrates to my core, and everything inside me lights up. Lev turns toward me and yells, “Put your feet on those little bars sticking out of the sides. You have to put your arms around me and hold on.”

I tentatively reach my arms forward and on either side of his torso, not sure where to hold on or what to expect.

“And see those big pipes? Keep your legs away from them.”

I nod when I realize what he’s talking about.

“Ready?” he yells, and I nod again. Lev starts forward, and I lurch back. The movement causes me to instinctively wrap my arms all the way around his torso and stomach, tightly. I think I feel him laugh. Then, I notice how hard and muscular he is. Not that I didn’t notice this when we hooked up recently. But this? I can feel every line and ridge and bump. His body is cut. I have muscle, but Lev is thick.

Lev picks up speed as we get out on the roadway. I’m holding him so tightly, my chest pressed against his back and his ass in my groin. Blood rushes to my cock, and a semi starts to form. I try to will it away, but being this close to Lev makes it impossible. The chilly night air whips around us, and it feels so . . . freeing. I totally understand now why people love this. Maybe it’s just because I’m with Lev, but either way, it’s an amazing feeling.

We ride around for a while. Some of the roads he takes are back roads with twists and turns, and others are main roads that we have to take to get where we want to go. As the sun starts to set even further on the horizon, we end up at the lake. I know it’s not that far from the diner, and I smile at the fact that he took several long ways around to give us more time on the bike.

The engine shuts off, and he removes his helmet, turning to gaze out over the water where the sun is kissing the lake’s end. He gets off the motorcycle as I remove my helmet and hand it to him, a smirk on my face.

Look at this. Lev Richardson is a romantic.

Chapter 23

Levon

“That was freaking awesome,” Dare says, beaming as he hands me his helmet.

“Yeah? You see it now, don’t you,” I tease.

Dare nods. “It’s really fun.” He chuckles. “I get it.”

It was more than just fun. It was maybe the best bike ride I’ve had in a while, though he doesn’t need to know that.

Dusk is rolling in fast now, and the sun is going down on the horizon. There’s a beautiful yellowish orange tint to the sunset tonight, and I can’t help thinking how gorgeous it looks. I’m not exactly sure why I brought us here, to the lake. Maybe I’m hoping to have a second chance after last time, when things were awkward and didn’t end the way I wanted?

I hang Darian’s helmet on the handle, opposite mine, and I turn toward him while he’s still sitting on my bike. My eyes roam over his body. He’s just gorgeous, and seeing him on my bike, framed by the sunset, does something to me. I can still feel his arms around my torso as we rode.

My cock instantly stirs, and I give him a smile. “You look really good on my bike,” I say. I know it’s getting dark, but I think I see him blush. I move closer to his side, and he turns to look at me, licking his lips. I lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft. He kisses me back gently. There’s nothing rushed or hurried about it, but it warms my blood from my head to my toes.

When I pull away, I look at my hand on his thigh. He looks down at it, too, and then up at me again, another smile on his face. I step back a little to give him room to get off but reach out my hand to help. He slips his hand into mine as he throws his leg around the back of the bike. Our fingers intertwine, and I help steady him when his feet hit the ground. Together, we walk to the dock. He’s wearing rings tonight, and the feel against my fingers is smooth and cold. The fact that his rings are colder because he was holding onto me on the bike as we rode affects me more than it should.