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confusion on my face , ‘never rode before have you?” I nod no, ‘ah hell.” He mutters as he leans the bike back on the stand and gets off. Placing the helmet on my head, he adjusts the straps so it fits snug under my chin, ‘to tight?” He raises his eyebrows with the question. Again nodding my head no.
    Finishing with me he swats my ass again, ‘now , get on.” As he climbs back on, I jump as the engine roars to life under us. Reaching back, he takes my knees and pulls them into his sides and then grabs my hands pulling them around his waist, ‘hold on, I will have to put the bitch seat back on later for you.” I can barely hear him over the roar of the engine and the output of the pipes.
    He pulls from the drive out onto the street , as we pass the neighbors are glaring at us, which only spurs Leo on. He gives the engine a few revs making the pipes roar, the loud rumble echoes off the houses on each side of the street. I shake my head and lean my forehead against his back hiding my face from the judgmental eyes of all my neighbors. I will have to go door to door making apologies for my very rude guest.
    As the bike tears down the road , I hold on so tight I can feel him breathing. His stomach expands and falls with each movement of his lungs. My knees are in a death grip at his hips and I think I swallowed a few bugs. But he smells wonderful and having my arms around him is heaven. I tuck my nose into the center of his overly large back, taking in his cologne and the slight scent of detergent, not the flowery kind either, his is all male smelling. My stomach, for about the millionth time since I have met this man, is doing that little flipping thing. The rumble of the bike is tap dancing on long neglected nerves running to the sweet spot between my legs. I press my knees in drawing out the tingle for as long as I can.
    Looking back over his shoulder , his hair is whipping with the wind flowing around the wind shield, ‘I want wreck you baby, I have plans for you later.” A wicked smile splits his face, only adding to the flutters flying over me.
    We ride a few blocks, the way Piper and I had gone to the garage, never having the need to use the interstate. I ever so often peek over his shoulder at the road and feel as the wonderful wind blows over me. The rush from riding fast and being on the edge is exhilarating, I can see why they form clubs for this sort of thing. But I have forgotten myself and the predicament I am in, letting the uncertainty overtake me up again.
    We pull to a stop at a red light, ‘where are we going?” I yell in his ear. The smell of his shampoo fills my nose, I quickly commit it to memory because after tonight, his is never to expect me to do anything of this sort again.
    “Club house.” Was all he said and then the engine roars as we take off like a jet, only making my grip around him tighter. I feel his gut move as if he is laughing at something probably me and the death grip I have on his torso.
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    We pull up into the parking lot of the mechanic shop but instead of stopping in front of the bay doors Leo pulls the bike slowly around and into a chain linked fenced area. It contains what seems like hundreds of bikes. Leo kicked out the stand and waited for me to remove myself from the bike and then he followed me off. He takes the helmet from me and sets it on the spot I had just vacated.
    There were several groups of leather-clad men standing around holding beers in their hands talking and laughing loud. Spotting Leo and I they part as he leads me through the crowd. They each give him a handshake and a customary smack on the shoulder in greeting.
    They would politely node acknowledging me, when he had said all the hellos he took my hand and drug me passed all the rest of the attendees into a metal building behind the shop. The inside was just as full as the outside had been with men but this time a few women mingle in and out of the groups. Handing them full beers and taking