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big, but along with the smell of leather, it smelled of him and he noticed she inhaled and that made him smile.
He didn’t want her to cover up and made a mental note to remove his jacket once he parked the bike.
He sat down on his bike and grabbed her hand and she gently straddled the bike behind him placing her feet where he indicated. He waited for her to put her arms around his waist, then he held them tight and looked back to see her. She nodded in understanding.
He started up the bike and Melanie jumped from the loudness and the vibration of it. One scared her, the other thrilled her. She squeezed even tighter around Logan’s waist.
Once more, he looked to her. He nodded. She nodded and they were off.
Logan only got stuck at one light before hitting the highway. Stopped, he looked over to the old beat up car beside them and saw two guys gawking at Melanie’s leg. In fact they were blatant enough to run their eyes up and down her body.
He wanted to get off the bike and rip them out of the car. Instead, he ran a hand up and down her leg, suggestively.
Melanie faced the other direction, so she didn’t even see the guys in the car staring at her leg. She whipped her head around at the feel of his hand on her leg and caught on. She knew he did it as a show, but boy the feel of his hand on her leg sent butterflies fluttering in her belly.
The driver of the car stuck his tongue out of his mouth and moved it back and forth rapidly.
Logan had his feet down on the ground and looked to him and gave him the finger. He looked intimidating because of his black helmet with its black shield.
The kid who made the crude suggestion gave him the finger back.
Logan began to rise from his seat.
The gawker’s leers turned to shock and without waiting for the light to change, the driver put the pedal to the metal and peeled out. Logan snickered.
Melanie felt him laugh and she put her mouth by his ear. “You’re crazy,” she shouted.
He nodded his head as the light changed. He held her arms tight around him again.
She got the message and they took off.
Melanie really enjoyed the ride, especially the turns. She wasn’t afraid. She trusted Logan.
Thirty minutes later and against the night sky, they pulled up to an old building with rows of motorcycles out front and on the sides. Melanie looked up to read the sign, ‘Satan’s Skull’. It was lit up in red neon light.
Logan put the center stand down then stood firmly on the tab and pulled the bike back while holding the clutch in until he felt the bike rest on the stand. He slid off the bike as he removed his helmet.
Melanie was still on the bike as she took her helmet off. Logan was transfixed on her as she shook out her tresses. Fucking hot, he thought.
Melanie caught him with his mouth open staring at her. She gave him a little crooked smile.
He closed his mouth and ran his tongue across the seam of his lips.
Melanie felt a shiver run up her spine, a good shiver.
“It’s crowded in here tonight. It’ll be loud and rowdy. Don’t leave my side for anything and you’ll be all right,” he said as he rummaged through a side bag and pulled out a baseball cap.
“A cowboy hat would get crushed in there?” she asked in earnest as she threw her leg over the bike and went to stand next to him.
“Yeah.” He smiled.
“What’s with cowboys and their hats, anyway?”
“Don’t mess with a man’s cowboy hat,” he said all serious , then smirked.
She grinned. “Okay,” she said as she looked over his shoulder at a man standing next to a bike about 10 bikes down. The man stared at her. The thing was, he was wearing what she believed to be a costume.
“Um, do people get dressed up to come here?” she asked Logan.
“No, you’re fine. You may even be over dressed.” He joked as he helped her out of his jacket.
“No, I mean like costumes ,” she elaborated, looking back to his eyes.
“No. Why would you think that?”
“Because there is a
He didn’t want her to cover up and made a mental note to remove his jacket once he parked the bike.
He sat down on his bike and grabbed her hand and she gently straddled the bike behind him placing her feet where he indicated. He waited for her to put her arms around his waist, then he held them tight and looked back to see her. She nodded in understanding.
He started up the bike and Melanie jumped from the loudness and the vibration of it. One scared her, the other thrilled her. She squeezed even tighter around Logan’s waist.
Once more, he looked to her. He nodded. She nodded and they were off.
Logan only got stuck at one light before hitting the highway. Stopped, he looked over to the old beat up car beside them and saw two guys gawking at Melanie’s leg. In fact they were blatant enough to run their eyes up and down her body.
He wanted to get off the bike and rip them out of the car. Instead, he ran a hand up and down her leg, suggestively.
Melanie faced the other direction, so she didn’t even see the guys in the car staring at her leg. She whipped her head around at the feel of his hand on her leg and caught on. She knew he did it as a show, but boy the feel of his hand on her leg sent butterflies fluttering in her belly.
The driver of the car stuck his tongue out of his mouth and moved it back and forth rapidly.
Logan had his feet down on the ground and looked to him and gave him the finger. He looked intimidating because of his black helmet with its black shield.
The kid who made the crude suggestion gave him the finger back.
Logan began to rise from his seat.
The gawker’s leers turned to shock and without waiting for the light to change, the driver put the pedal to the metal and peeled out. Logan snickered.
Melanie felt him laugh and she put her mouth by his ear. “You’re crazy,” she shouted.
He nodded his head as the light changed. He held her arms tight around him again.
She got the message and they took off.
Melanie really enjoyed the ride, especially the turns. She wasn’t afraid. She trusted Logan.
Thirty minutes later and against the night sky, they pulled up to an old building with rows of motorcycles out front and on the sides. Melanie looked up to read the sign, ‘Satan’s Skull’. It was lit up in red neon light.
Logan put the center stand down then stood firmly on the tab and pulled the bike back while holding the clutch in until he felt the bike rest on the stand. He slid off the bike as he removed his helmet.
Melanie was still on the bike as she took her helmet off. Logan was transfixed on her as she shook out her tresses. Fucking hot, he thought.
Melanie caught him with his mouth open staring at her. She gave him a little crooked smile.
He closed his mouth and ran his tongue across the seam of his lips.
Melanie felt a shiver run up her spine, a good shiver.
“It’s crowded in here tonight. It’ll be loud and rowdy. Don’t leave my side for anything and you’ll be all right,” he said as he rummaged through a side bag and pulled out a baseball cap.
“A cowboy hat would get crushed in there?” she asked in earnest as she threw her leg over the bike and went to stand next to him.
“Yeah.” He smiled.
“What’s with cowboys and their hats, anyway?”
“Don’t mess with a man’s cowboy hat,” he said all serious , then smirked.
She grinned. “Okay,” she said as she looked over his shoulder at a man standing next to a bike about 10 bikes down. The man stared at her. The thing was, he was wearing what she believed to be a costume.
“Um, do people get dressed up to come here?” she asked Logan.
“No, you’re fine. You may even be over dressed.” He joked as he helped her out of his jacket.
“No, I mean like costumes ,” she elaborated, looking back to his eyes.
“No. Why would you think that?”
“Because there is a
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