Page 15 of The NemeSis
The smirk comes over my face and I’m unable to hide my amusement as she calls me names. None of the staff say a word as we walk out of the club and towards my bike. I don’t put her down until we’re right next to it.
“You got asked to pick me up and couldn’t even bring a car? I’m not getting on that thing.”
“You’ll be fine.” I growl at her while grabbing the helmet and placing it on her head and buckling it into place.
“I’m in a dress.” She gestures to her little sundress.
I look her down and back up again. “Not a problem.” I slip off my leather jacket. “Put this on.”
“What the hell is this supposed to do, Ares?”
“Just fucking put it on, Kyra!” I yell at her. The breeze slows down. It’s the calm before the storm. “We need to go. Now.”
She groans as she slips on my jacket. It swallows her small frame, but it’ll help cover her more of her. I move to climb on the bike, and she hesitates.
“What?” I growl.
“I’ve never been on a bike.” She bites her lip. “The wind has stopped; maybe it’s fine. I can go back inside and head back to the house later.”
“Kyra, I’ve got you.” I hold my hand out for her to hold to. “Just fling your leg over.”
“Like it’s so easy.” She fakes a laugh.
Kyra takes a deep breath and then does exactly what I told her to. I give her a moment to adjust. Her arms wrap around me loosely as she tries to keep space between us.
The fun way it is. I rev the engine and jerk forward. She squeals as she slides into me, her arms wrap around me tighter.
“Ares!”
“Hold on,” I look over my shoulder at her briefly before moving forward to leave the club.
I drive down the long paved driveway. Palm trees slowly wave to us as we move past the iron gate. I turn onto the road and slowly make my way through the traffic.
It’s not as bad going back to the house, but I take my time. She holds onto me tighter. The darker clouds are rolling closer, but I don’t rush. I could easily weave through some of these cars, but I’m enjoying the ride too much.
Until I feel a few drops of water. It’s slow at first, but the downpour is coming. A sprinkle, I can handle. I’m not about to drive my bike on a wet road in the middle of a storm, though.
“Hold on,” I yell out and tap her hands to keep them steady around me.
Kyra presses more into me, her hands squeezing together as I pick up the pace and start maneuvering around some of the vehicles. The rain comes down heavy as we pull into the driveway.
I slowly pull up to the open garage. Kyra carefully slides off and goes to the panel to close the garage door. It closes behind us as she walks back over to me and lifts her chin.
My hands reach out to the buckle of the helmet and I drag it off and rest it on the seat of my bike.
“You’re soaked.” She covers her mouth.
“It’s raining.” I roll my eyes.
The wind rattles the garage door, and that has her jumping a little closer to me. My hands move to her neck, my thumbs resting on her jaw as I lift her gaze to mine.
“Hey, look at me.” I search her eyes until they move from the garage door to mine. Her hands cling to the front of my damp shirt, as if she’d blow away if she weren’t holding on. Stormy eyes look back at me, wide with worry. “I’ve got you.” I keep my gaze on her, my breathing steady.
She lets out a shaky breath. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “I don’t like storms.” Thunder roars outside and she squeezes her eyes shut.
My arms slide down over my jacket she’s wearing, pulling her in for a tight hug. “It’s alright. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Don’t I?” She laughs.
