Page 10 of Wreckage of My Life
“So could a bullet in the head,” he shrugs. The way he says it makes me freeze in my spot on the sidewalk. It sounds like he knows quite a bit about bullets and what they do to one’s head.
“Where’s your car?” I look around but there are only motorcycles on the side of the parking lot where he brought me.
“Who said anything about a car?” he grunts offended like. When he walks to the front line of the bikes, then stops to the first one in line, I think I’m going to die.
“I can’t ride on that!” I am quite appalled, and the tone of my voice proves it.
“Yeah, you can. Hop on.” He pats the back seat right before he takes out a helmet from his saddle bag. “Pop this on. We don’t need to break that pretty head of yours.”
My heart is beating erratically when I feel his hands fixing the helmet on my head, tying it under my chin.
“I’ve only been on a scooter before,” I confess as I lift a leg over the back seat. “This is a lot more intimidating, Wrecker. I hope you know what you’re doing here.”
“A scooter,” he rolls his eyes and snorts like it is the most ridiculous idea.
He starts the bike and revs the engine, making it vibrate under my butt. I let out a shiver of anticipation.
My night just got more interesting.
5
Becca
I have never beenthis reckless in all of my twenty-three years on this earth. Not only I flew across two states to meet a distant cousin I had never met, but now I am on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle, taking his word for it that he won’t kill me. Or worse.
That last thought makes me chuckle. The look on his face when I said that earlier was priceless.
“You good back there?” he turns his head to look at me critically. Yeah, I am not so sure about this either, buddy, I think to myself.
“Won’t my legs get burned from the pipes?” I try to sound more confident than I am. I got a pair of denim shorts on which I paired with comfy flip flops. It is the dead of summer here in Texas, and finding appropriate clothing or footwear back home has been a challenge. I have never experienced heat like this before.
His eyes drop to my legs, going down all the way to my feet so slowly, I feel goosebumps raising on my skin, making me shiver.
“Not very smart choice of footwear,” he agrees after too long of a moment. “Make sure you keep them up on the pegs.” He leans over on each side, bringing my feet where he wants them. “Do not move them from there, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I give him a mock salute just as the helmet on my head flops to the side a little. “I don’t think this is tight enough.” I start messing with the straps. “Do you think it’ll fly off my head?”
With a heavy sigh, Wrecker gets back off the bike and turns around to adjust my helmet. Once that’s done, he gives me another once over, his eyes stopping briefly on my breasts. I have a half dressy, half sporty tank top on that should not feel as tight as it does. The sports bra I have on underneath seems to be completely useless against his gaze that won’t waver, and my nipples poke through like damn headlights.
“Hey,” I snap my fingers at his face, “stop staring. Get back on and let’s go if we’re going. That way you can come back and have fun with all those weirdoes in there,” I point toward the bar.
He grins and slaps a hand over his chest. “You’re wounding me.”
“Yeah, well, you’re making me uncomfortable,” I cross my arms over my chest, attempting to cover my obvious interest in this man.
“I see that,” he continues to grin, then winks. “I feel the same.”
I roll my eyes at him, but I’m sure he saw the smile I was trying to hide right before turning my head away from him.
He finally gets back on the bike, starting it this time. He revs it a couple of times, then looks at me again. “Hang onto me, and don’t let go. Move with the bike. Do not remove your feet from the pegs. Got it?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” I salute him again right before wrapping my arms around his waist.
The heat in Wrecker’s eyes when I say that cannot be mistaken for anything other than what it is. It’s like he’s been flirting with me since we were inside the bar, and now I’m flirting back without meaning to. I am both horrified and turned on at once.
“Where to?” I am startled from my thought and catch myself staring right at his full lips when he asks the question. He must sense the chaos inside my head and smirks knowingly. “Where do you live, babe?” My body shivers again at the deep tone of his voice, and I am definitely not cold.
“Uh, the new hotel on Main Street,” I finally gather enough brain cells to murmur.
