King of Diamonds (All About the Diamond #2), стр. 48
He looks at me caught off guard. “This isn’t a secret. I have a garage I rent to keep my bike, sporting goods, accessories and stuff like that I use, but takes up too much space. Mostly, it belongs in a garage and not inside.”
“What else should I know about you?”
“That I’ll do anything for you. I’ll never hurt you. And, I want to make all of your dreams come true.” Rick leans in and kisses me with intent. “Are you ready?”
I nod with enthusiasm and he pulls his bike out into the open. I put on my helmet and he straps it on tight, making sure it fits right. He puts on his helmet, fastens the strap and starts talking to me through the helmet. “Can you hear me? I haven’t tested this yet.”
Cool! “Yes. Can you hear me?”
“Yes. Let’s try the music.” He turns on music and it’s old school Metallica “Seek and Destroy,” his walk up song.
“Bike ride appropriate. I love the old Metallica.” Helmets appear to be functioning correctly. We’re wearing our matching jackets and helmets. Time to get on the road. Rick puts the backpack on backwards, wearing it on his front and climbs on the bike. He starts it up and stands over it, letting it warm up. He offers me his hand for help on and I hop on the back like it’s nothing.
“Put your arms around me, my queen. Hold on tight.” I reach around him and slide my hand into the front of his jeans. “How about not on your first ride?”
“Oh, my hand was cold.” I laugh trying to pretend I wasn’t getting into his pants. I’m giddy on the back of his bike with my arms wrapped around him, plastered to his back and the bike rumbling between my legs.
“Ready?”
“Yes! Let’s go!” He slowly takes us through the complex to the street, cruising the surface streets to Shelter Island and sticking close to the shoreline. It’s a nice ride with a beautiful view, but nothing crazy. He takes Harbor past the airport, around the curve and past the Maritime Museum. He takes us out to the roundabout at the Embarcadero North and then over to the Coronado Bridge where he picks up speed and I remember what I love about motorcycles. He has control of everything. I knew he would, he doesn’t do anything without being the best at it and knowing everything about it. He takes us up and down the Silver Strand a few times, truly a breathtaking view and it’s high tide.
He pulls off into the parking lot at Glorietta Bay, (now I know when to find parking) turns off the bike, and I hop off. He gets off the bike and sets the backpack on it. We take our helmets off. He unzips both of our jackets and pulls me close. He gives me a quick kiss. “What do you think, my queen? Are you having fun?” He’s happy, relaxed, and all smiles.
“I like it. It’s fun.” Very matter of fact.
“Okay. What else? I can see you have more to say.”
“Um.” I don’t want to lead him to trouble. “Faster would be better. Forget the view, I want speed.” He basically attacks me, tongue in my mouth, fingers digging into my body. He pulls back and a glint shines in his eyes. I have a feeling it’s time to experience how he really rides.
“Promise to tell me if I go too fast?” He searches my eyes for my answer.
“You can’t go too fast. Show me what you got.” I know better than to taunt him, but I can’t help myself. I kiss him, rubbing my body against his, and put my helmet back on.
He grins, zips me back up, and looks at me in a way that tells me this night is going to end well. I hope I don’t have anything I need to do on Friday. Fuck it! Even if I do, it’s my last day with Rick on suspension. He gets ready and climbs back on his bike, starting it up, and I hop on. I wrap my arms around him, “I’m ready for take off, my king.”
“Hold on tight.” “Caught Up In You” by .38 Special starts to play as we take off on the Silver Strand at a faster speed. The music is loud and upbeat, perfect for a ride. We get to the freeway and Rick takes us Northbound on the 5 to the 15, the freeway with the highest speed limit. “The Stroke” by Billy Squier comes on. He kicks it into a higher gear and when he hits sixth we’re blowing past the other cars on the freeway like they’re standing still. He takes us into the fast lane, there aren’t many cars on the freeway once we get out of downtown. I hold on tight, loving the adrenaline as we fly up the 15. The music gets louder as we go faster. “Fell in Love With a Girl” by The White Stripes fills my helmet and I totally love that song. This is obviously Rick’s riding playlist, fast, pushing, loud. I sing along to myself in my helmet and the music stops suddenly, “Are you okay? Did you say something?” So, apparently he could hear me singing along.
“I’m fine. I was singing along. Love the playlist.” I spread my hands and fingers across his abs in appreciation.
“Are you staying warm?”
“Yes, my king. I’m fine.”
“Do you need anything?”
“I have you in my arms. I don’t need anything else.”
“You’re so fucking perfect. I love you.” I can hear his grin.
I lean my head against his back and The White Stripes come back. He cuts West into a canyon near San Marcos, leaning into the curves