Flame - Erin Noelle Page 0,81
and gives us a nod as he crosses his arms over his chest. “It wasn’t easy, Sunshine, but your boy here was determined, and Emmy and I were more than happy to help out. Everything should be ready to go for y’all. If I don’t hear from you beforehand, I’ll be back around midnight to pick you two love birds up.”
“Thanks, man.” I tip my chin at him with an appreciative smile.
As soon as he drives away, she’s bouncing on the balls of her feet and dragging me toward the bike, eager and full of energy. “Come on, Hulk! Eeeep! This is so badass!” She lifts up on her toes and plants kisses all over my face. “I can’t wait to thank you properly later, but right now, I want to ride!”
“Don’t you worry, Sunshine. I’m gonna give you plenty to ride tonight.” I smirk as I slap her ass, my fingers already itching to flip up that short, black pleated skirt she’s wearing to find out if she opted for panties or not. Ugh . . . focus, Levi. “But first . . . the bike.”
Standing by the back tire, I pat the seat. “Come climb on. Just kick your leg over right here, and I’m gonna slide in right behind you.”
“Are you sure you’re okay to do this with your arm? What about the surgery you mentioned?” She hesitantly eyes the right side of my body.
“I’ll be fine. I promise. I’m gonna teach you how to drive one, and we’ll piddle around, riding slow, exploring what’s out here,” I assure her, patting the seat again. “Now, come get your cute ass on here, and I’ll tell you what you need to do.”
Pushing aside her concerns, she does as I say and swings her leg over the seat, scooting as far up as possible to give me room to slip in behind her. Intuitively, she settles back against me, and my cock jerks against the round globes of her ass. I’ve never had a girl on a bike with me before, but I’m already certain that we’ll be doing this a lot.
“Okay, make sure you keep your legs away from the bike, and just put your feet on top of mine,” I explain, pointing my head down to my boots. “The motor gets hot, and I don’t want your sexy-as-fuck legs getting burned.”
She anchors her toes and heels on the top of my feet then nods when she’s set. “What’s next?”
“Now, reach your arms up and grip the handlebars. The right grip is your throttle; that’s what’s gonna make you go.” I flex my hips behind her with the word ‘go’, and she half-giggles, half-moans as she presses back into me. Insatiable little brat.
“Yeah, I know exactly where your throttle is, Hulk. No instructions necessary there.”
Leaning forward, I kiss the side of her neck a couple of times, teasing myself with a small sampling of her sugary skin before I continue the lesson. “The left side is the clutch, which I will control so we can shift. The right brake is going to run the front tire, so don’t squeeze it unless you want to dive over the front end. Got it?”
“Got it. She bobs her head, focusing on the levers attached to the handlebars. “I do the right ones—throttle and brake; you shift gears with the left one. Don’t squeeze the brake too hard.”
“Yup,” I confirm. “Let’s do this.”
After I kick-start the bike to life, we take off with a jerky start as she learns how to handle the throttle. Her angelic laugh can be heard even over the growl of the engine as we sputter forward, but pretty soon she gets the hang of it and finds a leisurely speed as we travel across the expansive field. If I had use of both my arms right now, I’d pull back hard and pop a wheelie . . . but that’ll have to wait until next time.
We ride around for about a half an hour, her comfort level growing with each passing minute until we eventually run into a small creek bordering a patch of thick trees. With surprising ease, she brings the bike to a stop and twists to look at me over her shoulder.
“This is the most awesome thing ever!” she exclaims, her face glowing brighter than I’ve ever seen it. “I want my own bike! I want to ride forever!”
Laughing, I shake my head and kiss her flushed cheek. “How did I know you were