Takedown Teague (Caged #1)(68)
After we collected the bike from Dordy, we decided on an early morning start. As if going to sleep with her hadn’t already been awkward enough, the tension was about ten times greater as we climbed into the bed, facing a completely new situation.
I just wanted to f*ck her hard and fast and then roll up against her and go to sleep, and I was pretty sure that wasn’t what she had in mind.
Like we did on most nights, we came together in the center of the bed and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. After that, it was like we didn’t know what to do next. A few hours ago, I had her pinned down against the very same mattress and was seriously considering popping her cherry.
Fuck! There had to be something wrong with me.
The problem was, I wasn’t sure if there was something wrong with me because of what I had done or what I hadn’t done. In all actuality, I had completely forgotten her lack of experience. I hadn’t been with a virgin since I was one myself, and I knew I couldn’t push her too hard or too fast. I was going to have to let her set the pace.
“Tria?” I said softly into the darkness.
“Hmm?”
“I…um…shit,” I muttered. “I don’t know how to say this.”
“Just say it.”
“Okay.” I huffed through my nose. “I want you. I want you now.”
I felt her stiffen a little.
“I know you’re not ready for all that,” I added quickly. “I just want to be clear. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you want, but unless you set the ground rules, I’m going to f*ck up because I…well…I want you as soon as you’re ready for it. Shit, this isn’t coming out right.”
“I think I know what you mean.”
“So…ground rules?”
“In the morning,” she replied with a yawn. “I have to sleep on it.”
I wanted to sleep on it. Or in it.
Instead, I just nodded. Eventually, I closed my eyes, and before I even realized I was asleep, the alarm was going off, and Tria was jumping out of the bed to shower and make breakfast. I had to jerk off quickly and quietly while she was in the bathroom because the very thought of her naked body so close to me, combined with the remembered taste of her mouth, drove me up the f*cking wall.
After I dressed, we made quick work of breakfast, and before I knew it, I had my arms wrapped around Tria’s waist and my head tucked against her shoulder as we flew down the highway at seventy miles an hour. At first, I loved the way she looked on the bike, and I loved having her nestled between my legs with my arms wrapped around her middle, but the novelty wore off quickly. I knew a lot of people who really liked motorcycles, but I also knew within the first two hours that I wasn’t one of them. I tried not to think about the other seventeen hours of travel that Tria seemed to think we could do in one day, arriving in Beals in the wee hours of Monday morning.
My ass did not agree.
We stopped every couple of hours so we could both stretch and get something to eat or drink. Unlike being in a car, we couldn’t really talk to each other to help pass the time. The helmets we wore were basic ones and definitely not tricked out with two-way radios or anything like that. Tria was very determined to get there as quickly as possible, so we mostly stopped at rest stops along the highway just to keep the momentum going.
Tria had just come back from using the facilities right off the highway while I hung out and smoked near the motorcycle. We both got on the bike—her in front, me in the back—and I was finishing up my smoke before putting the helmet back on. There were three guys getting off their own bikes next to us, and one of them looked over in our direction.
“What kind of man lets the chick drive the bike?” The dude sneered.
I tensed, and Tria followed suit, knowing I wasn’t going to just let it go.
“Liam…” she said softly.
“Hush,” I responded. I took a last drag off my cigarette, flicked the butt across the parking lot, and got off the bike. I walked over to the * slowly and with purpose—my eyes right on his. Once I was chest-to-chest with him, I tilted my head slightly to one side and spoke.
“A pretty f*cking confident one,” I told him.
He took a slight step back and glanced at his buddies, who seemed to be letting him deal with his own issues, sans backup. Didn’t matter to me—none of the three looked like they could take a real punch. I flinched forward slightly, balling my fists and moving like I was going to strike. He managed to fall down as he jumped back.
His buddies laughed as I got back on the bike behind Tria. Even she was snickering slightly as we placed our helmets on our heads and headed back down the highway. Moments later, my ass was numb from the vibrations again, and I was bored out of my f*cking mind.
The only thing that was even remotely interesting about the ride was Tria’s position between my legs. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even enjoy that with the constant rumble of the bike, the swift wind around us, and the general uncomfortable nature of the whole thing.
About a thousand years later, we reached Portland and fueled up with what little cash we had scraped together. I honestly wasn’t sure how we were going to find the gas money to get home, but I was also a lot more interested in hitchhiking than I was in riding the bike at that point. My ass felt as if it had just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight, and Tria didn’t even seem like she was still awake as she replaced the gas nozzle on the pump.