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My head rested against the dirty window of my boyfriend’s POS car. The whole thing rattled as we waited at the red light, as if it would shake itself to pieces, scattering along the roadway, leaving us sitting on our asses with nowhere to go. He was talking about his office job and how no one respected him or his position. The complaints made my eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s too bad you can’t help who you love, because my heart sure picked a fucking loser when it settled on this one.
The roar of an expensive engine shivered through my chest, and I looked out the window. A muscled biker had just pulled up beside us at the light. His helmet mask was so black I couldn’t see a single feature, but when he turned that mask toward me, my heart pounded.
Biker Takes Your Girl
My boyfriend was still talking, oblivious to the fantasies screaming inside my head. The man’s biceps bulged against his T-shirt, which, thanks to the wind, hugged his abs and wide chest. I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips. He saw and dropped the kickstand.
I felt frozen in my seat, helpless to stop what would happen next. He leaned across the white lane and pulled my door handle. The unlocked door gave way, and my boyfriend yelled out, “Hey! What the fuck, man?” The biker ignored him and held out his hand. The light turned green, and without a single hesitation. I grabbed his hand and hopped onto the back of his powerful crotch rocket. My arms wrapped around his chest, and he took off. Faster than my boyfriend’s lame car could hope to keep up with.
The wind bit at my face and flung my hair out of my ponytail behind me. I felt free and excited for the first time in months! I didn’t even look back at the man the biker had taken me from.
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