Page 28 of Parrish

Chapter Eleven

Jack Parrish

As much as I wanted to take Reina home and fuck her every way possible, there was one more thing I promised myself I’d do while I still had the chance.

“This isn’t home,” Reina comments as I bring my Harley to a stop. I kill the engine as her arms loosen around me. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as she takes in the empty parking lot before bringing her eyes back to mine. With confusion spread across her pretty features, she struggles to read me.

I gotta give her credit.

As fucking crazy as I am, the woman has never given up on me. There have been times in our life when she didn’t understand my actions, times when she didn’t agree with my choices and yet she always gave me her trust.

“What are we doing, Jack?” she asks softly as she lifts her hand to my cheek. Giving me her trusting eyes one more time, this woman is the epitome of ride or die. A man is lucky when he finds a woman to love him, but he’s damn blessed when he finds one to go the distance.

“You asked me to teach you how to ride,” I remind her, closing my hand around her wrist. The confusion flees her eyes and is replaced by a touch of excitement and fuck if that look doesn’t make my chest tighten.

“Now?” she asks, drawing her lower lip between her teeth. Swallowing, I drop my hand from hers and lift myself off the bike. Turning to face her, I stare as she inches forward on the seat and closes her hands around the handlebars.

It’s another vision I pray I don’t forget and suddenly my throat becomes as tight as my chest. The seconds on the clock continue to tick by and my eyes fill with tears I refuse to shed.

“It’s now or never,” I reply hoarsely.

She looks at me and I swear her fucking eyes are my undoing. Hanging on to my bravado, I tip my chin and throw my leg over the seat, positioning myself behind her. I wrap my arms around her and scoot closer, securing her between my thick thighs as I lower my head to her shoulder and breathe in the scent of her perfume mixed with the worn leather of her jacket.

“I can’t do this,” she stammers. “I don’t know the firs—”

“You can do anything,” I interject. “You got this, baby, and I got you…we’re gold,” I whisper against her ear. Giving her a squeeze before I loosen my hold on her, I feel her body relax against mine as I plant the soles of my boots on the ground and balance the bike. Her knuckles whiten around the handlebars and I lean into her, deciding to give her a quick lesson.

“Right hand controls the throttle and front brakes. Twist the throttle towards you to rev the engine and when you brake, use the lever in front of the throttle.”

Bending over, I touch my hand to her right leg.

“Right foot controls rear brakes,” I instruct, positioning her properly. Next, I point to the different gauges and explain their purpose. I move her left hand to the clutch and teach her how to use it properly—closing her fingers around the lever and gently releasing the pressure. She repeats everything I say, making mental notes and I continue the lesson by teaching her how to shift gears with her left foot.

“Don’t be nervous,” I say softly, running my hands down her arms. “The key to riding is being smooth with your touch. You’re good with your hands, baby, real fucking good with your hands,” I tease. “Be as good to my bike as you are to my cock and you’ll be fine.”

“I might be going out on a limb here, but I think wrapping my hands around your cock and wrapping them around the throttle are two different things.”

I ain’t lying when I say my woman has a smooth touch. The truth is if we had more time Reina would master riding just as she’s mastered pleasing me. I don’t have a chance to tell her that though because she releases an exasperated huff and flicks the kill switch to the on position. With one hand on her hip, I lift my boots from the ground and reach around her to turn the key. The engine purrs to life and the vibrations travel between us as I bring my other hand to her hip and turn the reins to her.

At first, she fumbles at balancing the heavy machinery between her legs and I fight my natural instinct to take control. Instead, I bite the side of my cheek and patiently wait for her to find her footing.

“Jack,” she murmurs.

“Right here,” I say against her ear.

“I’m scared,” she confesses, turning her cheek. Our eyes meet as I lift my hands from her hips and cover hers over the handlebars.

“Together,” I suggest. My eyes don’t leave hers as I move our joined hands over the throttle. She quickly peels her eyes from mine and glances around the empty parking lot. Our hands gently close over the throttle and Reina’s body goes perfectly still as we roll forward. Intercepting before she nervously reaches for the brake, I tighten my hand over hers, forcing her to twist the throttle toward her. Lurching forward, she panics and shouts for me to hit the brake. Never one to adhere to caution, I guide her into a turn and pull my hands away. Realizing she’s the one controlling the ride, she curses me, and a grin slowly spreads across my face as I wait for her to give me that sunshine of hers.

The string of curses quickly turns into a squeal full of excitement and my dick grows hard as she proudly maneuvers the bike.

“I’m fucking doing it,” she shouts over the engine. “I’m really doing it Jack!”

I give her hips a squeeze as I relish in her excitement, knowing I won’t be on the receiving end of many more—if any, moments like this. In fact, this shit right here, this is a gift. Another one I don’t deserve but one I’ll cherish.

We take one lap around the parking lot before she starts to brake. As we roll to a stop, I lower my feet off the pegs and plant my boots on the ground, balancing the bike as she flips the kill switch. The rumble of the engine slowly dies as I toe the kickstand and toss my leg over the seat. Dismounting, I walk around the front of the bike and eagerly take in Reina’s expression, watching in fascination as she pulls the helmet off her head. She shakes out her long blonde hair and turns her attention to me. Our eyes lock and she gives me that look—the one that shoots a message right to my dick.

Reina wants to ride steel.

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