Page 6 of Taming Trickster
"What's the matter? Having trouble getting on top?"
I shake my head, feeling my cheeks flush again. This man has a way with words that just flushes me with embarrassment.
"Well, quit gawking and hop on up," he instructs with a nod toward the space behind him. "Ain't got all night to watch you staring at my ride like a deer in the headlights."
Shooting him a glare, I swing my leg over the back of the motorcycle. The seat is hot from the engine rumbling between my legs. I'm suddenly very aware of how exposed I am in this thin little dress.
"That's it. Now scoot yourself on up close and hang on tight." Trickster's deep voice rumbles out the instructions.
I barely have a chance to ask what he means before he's peeling out of the parking lot. I let out a shocked yelp, instinctively flinging my arms around his solid torso to keep from falling off.
Trickster's chuckle resonates through his back where I'm plastered against him.
"Told you to hang on, didn't I?”
I can't stop the furious blushing heating my cheeks.
It should probably disturb me how much I'm enjoying having my body melded against his. But after the night of terror I've endured, feeling so safe and secure in his presence is immensely comforting.
As we roar out onto the open road, I find myself unconsciously snuggling closer and resting my head against the reassuring planes of Trickster's back. For the first time since this crazy night began, the knot of fear in my stomach has begun to uncoil.
One thing's for certain - wherever this gruff, imposing biker is taking me, I'm safer than I've been in a long time. And even if he proves to be just as dangerous as those Outlaws who took me, some part of me feels strangely at peace with that revelation.
Chapter 4 - Trickster
As we roar down the empty highway, I can feel Rose's soft breasts pressed up tight against my back. At first she was stiff as a board, no doubt terrified of being on a bike for the first time. But gradually, she started to relax into me, her arms wrapped snugly around my torso.
I shouldn't be enjoying this so much.
This poor girl has been through enough tonight without me ogling her. Still, I can't deny how nice it feels to have her delicate body curled into me so trustingly as we eat up the miles.
Before long, the modest red brick house comes into view up ahead. I downshift, slowing the thunderous engine to a rumble as we pull into the driveway. Rose seems to rouse from wherever her mind wandered to.
"This is your place?" she murmurs, glancing around as I cut the engine.
I give a curt nod. "For now at least. C'mon, let's get you inside and settled."
Dismounting from the bike, I turn and offer her a steadying hand as she climbs off. Even with her bare feet on the concrete, the top of her fiery redhead barely reaches my broad shoulder. She really is just a slip of a thing.
As I lead her up the cracked front porch steps, a low whistle cuts through the still night air followed by a voice calling out.
"Damn, bro! Who's the foxy little thing you brought home with you?"
I stiffen at the sound, letting out a gruff sigh as my idiot younger sister emerges from the shadows. So much for getting Rose inside discreetly.
Sophie grins at us from beneath the battered baseball cap shoved over her choppy blue hair. She's still wearing her stained Metallica tour shirt and ripped jean shorts.
"Don't you got somewhere else to be besides creeping through the window?" I growl at her.
Sophie just laughs, sauntering over with a swagger in her bow-legged stride. Up close, I can see her eyes are a little glazed - probably hitting the stash again.
"You kidding? And miss meeting your new girlfriend?" She sweeps an exaggerated look up and down Rose's slight frame, letting out an approving whistle. "Damn, Trick, good choice"
Rose flushes bright red at Sophie's crude comments, shrinking back behind me a little. I shoot my sister a warning glare over my shoulder.
"Watch your mouth, kid. This is Rose, and she's been through hell tonight, so lay off with the sleazy remarks."
Sophie arches one pierced eyebrow defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest.