Page 6 of Laying it Bare Biker Style - Grayson

“The only straddling you’ll get from me tonight.” Wearing her own smug smirk, she hopped on and wrapped her arms around my waist and plastered her chest to my back.

My grin widened. Between her added stipulation of tonight and her breasts smashed up against me, my dick jerked in my jeans.Hang in there, big guy. We’ll work on it.

After roaring my engine to life, I headed out of the parking lot and in the direction of my place. Brooke’s arms tightened around my middle, but it didn’t feel like it was in fear.

And when she released a loud “Whoop”, my hunch was confirmed. Brooke loved being on the back of a bike. With her caught up in her exuberance, I made a snap decision and took the long way home. I hit a back road that wove around the little community where Ryder and I shared a house. Brooke displayed no signs of unease so I focused on the feel of the night air and the freedom that came from letting loose on the road. It was like riding a thunder cloud and out like this my senses were opened up to a supersonic level. The quiet of the night was amplified and it was invigorating. However, twenty minutes later, I steered my bike in the direction of home.

Sooner than I liked, I pulled into the garage that was attached to the left side of our place.

Brooke climbed off the back, her face flushed from the wind and I was positive the surge of excitement that rushed over anyone who took extreme pleasure from a ride. She handed me the helmet. “Oh my God that was fucking phenomenal! Would you take me again sometime? Maybe on a longer trip?” Her words were breathy and I couldn’t help imagining her sounding just like that after I gave her body a thorough fucking, while ripping a few monstrous orgasms out of her.

“Did you really think this was just going to be a few days thing? I’ll take you for a ride anytime. I plan to see a lot more of you.” And I meant that in more than one way.

An odd look crossed her features. “So far you’ve proven my first impression of you wrong. Although in all fairness, I didn’t give you a real shot until out in the parking lot.” She shrugged.

“That was really difficult for you to admit, huh?” I couldn’t stop the grin curling my lips. I put up my hands. “Before you get defensive; yes, I’m teasing you, but I also feel honored you divulged that little tidbit. I don’t know you all that well, but hope to change that. And now I can understand your initial abrasiveness when it comes to others. Having your dad be the chief of police has to cause many frustrations for you. One being people’s initial reaction to you and two the massive need to be your own person. I’m sure his overprotectiveness is a thousand times worse than the usual daddy’s girl protectiveness.”

“Thank you for that. Somehow I didn’t take offense to anything you just said. Because I truly believe you are trying to understand my situation, not feeling sorry for my ass or patronizing me. I’m not happy about the situation out in the parking lot, but I’m glad it happened otherwise I don’t know if I would’ve given you another chance. And somehow I think I would have been missing out on something.” Her serious expression grew teasing. “But I’m still not having sex with you tonight.”

And there was that ‘tonight’ stipulation again. “I’m okay with that. Because for the first time ever; that’s not my angle. I want to see where this thing between us goes. And I don’t mean just to my bed.” My grin spread until I was sure it dominated my entire face even though Ryder was going to give me so much shit about this. But I guess it was only fair considering I did the same thing to him when it came to Sage.

While we stood staring into each other’s eyes, the sound of Sage’s panicked scream pierced our moment.

“Fuck! Sage!”

And for the second time tonight, a female’s scream sent me racing to help. Grabbing Brooke’s hand, I dragged her inside, hoping this didn’t turn out to be worse than my earlier rescue.

Two

~Brooke~

When Grayson and I skidded to a stop inside their kitchen, I wasn’t prepared for the scene that met us. I was picturing copious amounts of blood and guts, a maniac with a gun, or a deadly fight. Instead, there was a hugely pregnant girl bracing one of her hands on the kitchen island and the other squeezing the forearm of a severe looking guy with tattoos, long dark hair, and dark eyes who stood at her side.

“Let me go grab a shirt and your bag, Sage. It’s okay. We’ll go to the hospital.” Mr. Severe pleaded with her.

“Don’t leave me. It’s too early. She shouldn’t be coming yet.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as another blood curdling scream tore from her mouth and she refused to release the death grip she had on his arm. Good thing he was built like a small tank.

I raced around the island to her and crouched down so I could catch her gaze. “Hi Sage. I’m Brooke. How many more weeks do you have to go?”

When her focus shifted to me, her eyebrows furrowed. “Who are you?” She popped her head up slightly and swung her gaze to Grayson. “You brought home a girl?” In her surprise, she released her boyfriend’s arm to hold up her hand.

Given that short reprieve, her fiancé shot down the hallway. I didn’t believe to escape her grasp – I highly doubted she inflicted any pain on his arm – but so he could get them ready to roll out.

“Yeah, he brought me home so I could hide. I guess he normally doesn’t do this.”

She opened her mouth to answer as another contraction took hold and her face contorted with the sharp unrelenting pain.

“Look at me.”

When her eyes hit mine, I continued. “Breathe in, hold, and breath out.” I modeled the process and went through the motions with her.

“What happened to your face?” She panted.

“I decided to play tough guy. How long til your due date?”

“A little over two weeks. It’s too early.”

“Okay, Sage. I’m ready, Sweetheart. Let’s get going.” Her fiancé had a bag slung over one shoulder when he came around the island and wrapped his arm around her to lead her toward the side door.

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