Liars and Last Seconds

JEREMY'S POV

She bursts into a tirade.

“I've never been on a bike this high and I'm still a little buzzed and I'm scared I'll fall off, and you keep making me feel like a burden. I can leave if you’re tired, I mean, you had no problem slamming the door in my face…”

She tries to stand and I immediately rev up the Harley, throwing her ass back down on the seat.

She yelps and rakes her nails over my torso in a death grip to keep steady.

“Shut the fuck up and hold on.” I bite out.

Her fingers flatten against my stomach and I rev the Harley loudere, the machine releases a throaty growl and she lets out a little moan as her nails dig into my skin.

“Mmphmm...” She murmurs in my ear. I feel her tits harden to pebbles against my back and she slowly them against me.

Fuck!

I gun down the lonely road, going faster as her moans get louder.

Sweats dots below my lower lip as I toe the line between insanity and control.

Every cell in my body demands that I stop the bike and give her what