Page 11 of Wreckage of My Life
Wrecker’s eyebrow goes up in surprise. “Fancy.”
“So I heard,” I mumble back.
The hotel is really not all that fancy, but it is brand new, which apparently is a big deal for everyone around here since Lena had also been impressed with my choice of accommodations.
Wrecker pulls out of the parking lot very slowly, rolling to the stop light that’s at the intersection where the bar is located. Once that turns green though, all bets are off. He takes off like a bat out of hell, and I squeal in distress, or maybe delight, holding on for dear life.
The ride back is long, but I feel like we’re flying and enjoy every second of it, to my utter shock and surprise.
“You gotta get off now,” he chuckles when he’s stopped, and the engine is off.
“This was so much fun,” I squeeze him tighter to me and squeal in delight.
“Better than on a scooter?” Wrecker teases me, one of his hands coming up to pat my interlocked fingers on his stomach.
“Ha, what’s a scooter?” I laugh and finally let go.
Getting off the bike though, that’s a different story altogether. I groan when I move my leg to dismount this amazing piece of machinery. I had no idea I’d love it this much. I can’t wait to tell my brother all about it.
When I am finally with both feet on the ground, I put my arms up and stretch from side to side until I hear my back crack.
“God, that felt so good,” I moan. “How do you guys ride like this for hours at a time?”
“Practice,” is all he says, eyes focused solely on my breasts. Again.
“Dude, stop staring. I almost started liking you,” I chastise him like he’s a little kid.
“And now you don’t like me anymore?” he brings his eyes to mine and smirks.
“Well, it’s not like you’re trying for me to like you,” I point out.
“Where are you from?” he jerks his chin out at me, the move too sexy for words.
I tap one foot on the hard concrete, stabbing my big toe in a little rock as I am debating if I should or shouldn’t tell him anything about me. What if he really is a serial killer?
At that thought, my eyes go up to the high canopy of the hotel he’s parked under, finding a couple of the security cameras. If he does end up killing me, they’ll find him for sure, I decide. They’ll have a recording of us together here.
“Montana,” I finally reply. His eyes had been following my movements, and he knows exactly what I had been looking for. His smirk confirms it.
“Where in Montana?”
“Sunny,” I shrug. “It’s a very small town east of Red Lodge.”
“And what are you doing all the way close to Austin, Texas?” That’s an obvious question considering I am over twenty hours driving distance from my hometown.
“Visiting family.” I don’t need to tell him that I just met the one family member I came here for only the day before yesterday. Or that she ditched me today in a biker bar full of very sketchy looking people.
I watch in fascination when he pulls a cigarette from the pack he has stashed inside the weird vest he’s got on. He puts it in his mouth, lights it, and his lips wrap around it when he inhales a lungful of smoke.
“Do you know what a horrible habit that is?” I point to his cigarette while also trying to hide how sexy I find the entire process of him doing it.
“It turned you on though, didn’t it?” Wrecker calls me out on it, and I can’t even deny it. What’s the point, really?
“That’s not what I’m trying to tell you,” I try to deflect. “That smoke in your lungs can do so much damage. Also, it’ll make all your pretty teeth fall out, just so you know.”
He grins at that, showing me what I was just talking about. “You think my teeth are pretty?”
“I just don’t understand how they’re so damn white when you smoke.” I am actually offended by the whole thing. I always use all sorts of tooth whitening treatments, but my teeth are never sparkling white like his are. And not only I do not smoke, but I stay away from colored food, and I drink my coffee with a straw, much to everyone’s horror.
