Attraction

Benji

I watched Charlie walk across the gravel lot to her BMW motorcycle. It was as moody and dark as she was, and when she swung her leg over the seat and lifted her ass off the leather to get comfortable, my cock twitched in my pants.

Rick jammed his elbow into my ribs.

I flinched and massaged the now tender spot. “What the hell was that for?”

“You’re staring.”

“So are you, apparently.”

Rick leaned up against the side of his Jeep and looked out across the lot as Charlie put her helmet on. We watched, transfixed by every move she made as she started the bike, revved the engine, and then peeled out of the parking lot in a cloud of gravel and dirt.

We were not the only men in awe of her departure.

“She’s got style. I’ll give her that much. And an ass that doesn’t quit.”

I arched an eyebrow at Rick. “Is she stealing that special place in your heart away from Harley?”

“Hell no.”

Good, I thought.

It was a selfish thought. A basic one. A primal one.

The attraction I’d felt toward Charlie h