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.I flexmy neck from side to side, and he flips the visor up. You should wear protective clothing. I admonish him. You re making me. I m not prepared to take any risks with you.Anyway. He smacks my arse,  you look fucking hot. Helengthens the strap on my bag, putting it across my body and around my back. When I m on, put your leftfoot on the peg and swing your right leg over, okay?I nod, and he puts his own helmet on.I watch, admiringly as he swings his long leg over, starts the bikeand stands it up between his powerful thighs.I m shitting myself.He looks at me as I stand on thepavement and nods his instruction for me to climb on.I reluctantly step forward, place my hand on hisshoulder and follow through on his instructions, vaulting my right leg over, soon finding myself straddlinghis waist. I feel too high.He turns his head. You re fine.Now, hold on around my waist but not too tight.When I lean, gentlylean with me and don t put your feet down when I stop.Keep them on the pegs.Clear?I nod. Okay. Oh shit, what am I doing? Put your visor down. he orders, flipping his own into position.I do as I m bid and lean forward, hugging my arms around his chest and squeezing my knees on eitherside of his hips.I feel like a national hunt jockey.My nerves are all over the place, but there s a littleexcitement lingering somewhere.The vibrations of the engine travel through me as Jesse revs the engine, backing onto the road with hisfeet.Then slowly and smoothly, he pulls into the traffic.My heart is hammering in my chest, my thighsgripping his hips stupidly hard.I loosen my clench slightly when my arms and legs begin to ache.I m notignorant to the fact that he s obviously taking it easy with me on board, and I love him all the more for it.He brakes lightly, takes corners smoothly and I find myself naturally mimicking the bikes movements.Ilove it.This is a complete surprise; I ve always hated motorbikes.As we break the city limits, I have no idea where we re going, but I don t care.My arms and legs arewrapped around my solid hunk of male, and with the rush on air speeding past me, I feel completelyexhilarated.Until I recognise the road leading to The Manor.My joy instantly dampens.After the day I vehad, it would be just perfect for it to end on a helping of old pouty lips.I give myself a mental pep talk,telling myself to rise above her obvious jealousy and bitterness.What I would like to know most, though,is why she s behaving like this? Has Jesse had a relationship with her?The iron gates at the entrance of the grounds open as Jesse pulls off of the main road and proceedsdown the gravel driveway to The Manor, braking gently until we come to a stop.He flips his visor up. Off you get.I swing my leg over, rather elegantly, and land on the gravel to the side of the bike.Jesse kicks thestand down and shuts the bike off before dismounting with complete ease and taking his helmet off, hisblonde hair all rough and dishevelled from the friction.He runs his hands through it and places his helmeton the seat before taking mine off.He looks at me hesitantly when my face is revealed.He s worried Ididn t like it.I grin, launching myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around hisneck.He laughs. There s that grin.Did you enjoy that? He holds me with one arm, placing my helmet nextto his, then clasps me with both hands.I lean back to get his face in my line of vision. I want one. Forget it! Not a fucking chance in Hell.Never, no way, He shakes his head, his expression puredread. Only ever with me. I loved it. I tighten my grip around his neck, pulling myself back into him and lowering my lips to his.He moans approvingly as I coax his mouth open, landing him with a deep, moist and passionate kiss. Thank you.He bites lightly on my bottom lip. Hmmm.You re more than welcome, baby.I ve completely lost sight of my doubts.When he s like this, it kind of trumps his unreasonable,controlling ways.It s crazy. Why are we here? I ask.I can t help the pang of disappointment at endingmy amazing bike ride at The Manor. I ve got a few things to sort out.You can have something to eat while we re here. He lowers me tothe ground. Then I m taking you home, lady. He brushes my hair from my face. I ve got nothing with me. I ll need to shoot home and pick some things up. Sam s here.He brought some of your stuff from Kate s. He grabs my hand, pulling me towards TheManor.Sam brought my stuff? That was very forward thinking of him.Oh, please tell me that Kate packedit.The thought of Sam s cheeky grin as he ploughs through my underwear drawer has me blushing on thespot.Jesse leads me up the steps, through the doors into the entrance hall.It sounds busy tonight, withlaughter and chatter coming from the restaurant and bar.We bypass both, heading straight for Jesse soffice.I m relieved.Avoiding a certain acid tongued pout is top of my list of things to achieve thisevening.As we pass through the summer room, a few groups of people are gathered, relaxing on the plush sofas,drinks in hand.I m not ignorant to the fact that all conversation halts as soon as they spot us.The menraise their drinks, and the women smooth their hair, straighten their backs and plaster ridiculous smiles ontheir faces.The smiles soon disappear when they direct their stares on me, fully clad in leather, beingpulled behind him.I feel scrutinised.I m placing my bets that The Manor is not every female s preferencesimply because of the luxurious accommodation and surroundings. Good evening. Jesse nods as we pass swiftly.A chorus of greetings flood my ears, all of the men acknowledging me with a smile or a nod, but all ofthe women throwing suspicious glares.I feel like public enemy number one.What s their problem? Jesse, I hear Big John s low rumble up ahead [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]