#Chapter259
Alexi sniggers again, that low husky, sexy hint of amusement at my unease in that devil tone of his. I’m so fucking glad he is enjoying this torture.
/"I’ll try not to. You should feel honoured; I don’t let anyone on this thing except me./" He leans forward lifting one foot to whatever he puts it on and pushes us onwards.
That’s all I can take, that lurch of movement and I close my eyes, screwing them shut tight and grip on so hard I’m sure I might crack his ribs. Alexi catches one of my wrists and pulls my arms up to his upper rib cage as he nestles his pert butt between my thighs and the bike tilts to one side.
I can’t see, I’m not opening my eyes for anything and my visor is pressed between his shoulder blades, anyway. I’m literally terrified and so close to him that if I die, I’m taking him with me. He deserves it for this bullshit.
