Page 13 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

“I’ve had Old Faithful since I was sixteen,” I continued. “Rescued her from the side of the road where she'd been dumped in a ditch. Nothing but a mangled pile of twisted metal and scrap parts. I fixed her up myself, and she's carried me across thousands of miles. She’ll be good to you, too.”

“Are you sure she won’t get jealous that you’re riding with another woman?” Katie countered.

“Trust me, Old Faithful won’t mind. So if you’re looking for an excuse to cancel our date, you’re out of luck, dove. Hop on.”

Adjusting her footing, Katie gripped my shoulder for support as she hitched her leg over my bike and settled into her seat. She fidgeted with the sleeves of her jacket, tugging them down over her hands.

I reached behind me and pulled her arms around my waist until her tits were pressed against my back, her warm breath ghosting the curve of my neck.

“There’s no room to be bashful on a bike, sweetheart.”

When I gave my bike a little gas and rolled forward, Katie tightened her grip on my waist. She clutched at my shirt with white knuckles, stiff as a board against my back. I took it slow as I steered onto the main road.

After a minute or two, Katie began to loosen up, smiling into the wind.

At the edge of town was an old movie theater. I pulled up to the curb and parked my bike, cutting the engine. After helping Katie to her feet, I retrieved the food I’d packed in my panniers—burgers, fries, and thick, cold chocolate milkshakes.

She glanced around the empty parking lot as she removed her helmet.

“There’s usually a small crowd of regulars here on Sunday night.”

“Rumor has it,” I replied. “The owner got a call about a rat infestation this morning. Had to shut it down until an inspector shows up to check it out.”

“That’s a shame,” Katie mused, setting the helmet on her seat.

I raised my eyebrows, meeting her gaze with an amused look. Understanding dawned on her face.

“Maverick. Youlied?”

I shrugged.

“We have the place to ourselves, don’t we?”

Katie’s mouth dropped open. I chuckled as I turned away, heading toward the alley that led to the back door. Withoutwaiting to see if she would follow, I disappeared around the corner. A moment later, I heard the echo of her hurried footsteps as she jogged to catch up.

“And now you’re trespassing,” she said in dismay.

I crouched on one knee, picking the lock on the back door. It popped open easily.

“Maverick,” she pleaded. “I’m not sure about this. I didn’t sign up to break the law.”

“Come on, dove. Do you really think I would sully your reputation beyond repair? If we get caught—which isn’t likely, by the way—I’ll take the fall for it.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek with a worried look.

“Don’t you get tired of being the good girl all the time?” I added. “Stir up some trouble once in a while, sweetheart.”

Katie frowned and glanced back over her shoulder in the direction of my bike. Unless she intended to walk to her apartment, she wasn’t going anywhere. I stepped into the theater, using the flashlight on my phone to illuminate my path.

“Maverick,” Katie whispered urgently, tiptoeing behind me. “We really shouldn’t be in here.”

I didn’t say anything, leading her deeper into the dark hallway. When we reached the theater, I picked two seats at the center of the room and started unpacking our dinner. Popping a french fry into my mouth, I gestured to the food.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the movie started.”

Katie huffed with dismay. I laughed softly as I headed out of the room in search of the projector. When I finally located it, I fiddled with the knobs and buttons until it flickered to life and the movie began to play—Casablanca,sappy and romantic, but a classic for a reason.

By the time I returned to the theater, Katie perched stiffly on the edge of her seat, tentatively sipping at her milkshake. She startled when I emerged into the room.

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