Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2
Fifteen

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Kam had truly enjoyed being a pillion. She had never been on the back of a bike, any bike let alone a Harley Davidson Fat boy.

The rumble was no longer a problem, if anything she was a little put off that her visor hindered her enjoyment a smidgen.

She watched as Frost and Beetle openly conversed, laughing at each other when they traded insults while she remained silent, now holding Beetle a little more firmly.

“Want a pit stop? Need to refuel before we reach the club, take a piss”, Frost yelled, his voice carrying between the lanes on the road as they rode side by side.

As beetle didn’t have a dual seat, Kam found her tush tucked behind Beetles backside, his warmth and large back pressed against the front of her jeans and jacket which she had unzipped two hours into the ride.

“You wanna visit the girls, grab a drink?” asked Beetle over his shoulder.

“Yes please”, her first words spoken the entire trip.

Beetle just nodded his head as they rode a few more kilometres, pulling into the same petrol station Kamryn had used the night before.

The huge awning up above which covered the fuel pumps all year round, capturing the loud rumble of their bikes as they pulled up either side of the same bowser.

Beetle leaned back slightly and sighed, squishing Kam in the process.

“Feels nice having you on the back”, he simply said.

“Yeah! Well! Don’t get used to it”, she said sliding off awkwardly. “What do you guys want to drink, my shout. Food you can get yourselves, I’m not that rich”, she added snidely.

“Coffee, black sweetling”, said Beetle unscrewing the cap on the fuel tank, his feet planted firmly on the concrete while he remained seated.

“Must be nice being able to refuel without getting off your bike?”

“Bit short one end Ryn?” Beetle asked, looking at her so intently now that her helmet had been removed.

“You wish! she said walking behind his bike so he couldn’t see how his stare had affected her, asking Frost what he wanted to drink as well.

“White and one thanks”. Craig heard Frost say.

“You appreciating all the trouble I’ve gone to so far?” asked Frost still straddling his own bike, both men watching Kamryn as she entered the fuel station.

“Had a boner more than half the ride”, Beetle admitted, ignoring the ache of his dick as the petrol poured into his bike.

“Diddum’s you big cockhead!”

“Big cock is right, Snowman”.

“Fuck off you cunt. Snowman my arse. Call me that again I’ll shoot your cock next target practice”, Frost snapped back smiling, now fueling his own tank.

“I like her”, Beetle said simply, looking down at the artwork painted on his tank, the colorful beetle not changing color being motionless.

“No shit! Ya’ gotta catch her first”. Was all Frost said as they finished filling their bikes.

Oh! I’ll catch her alright in my own hand cuffs thought Beetle watching her emerge with three cups of drink.

If she was as good as he thought, being a Ninja chic and all, he didn’t need flying arms and kicking legs to contend with at the same time. Nah! He’d make sure one or the other were unusable.

“Wanna stride my bike while I go and pay?” asked Beetle smiling.

“Huh!” That was the last thing she expected him to say. That beast looked five time heavier than her own ride.

“He’s just messin’ with ya! My shout, his next time”, said Frost walking off.

“You are such a delinquent Craig. Big baby boy who doesn’t like coming second”, Kamryn said handing over his drink, Frost having grabbed his already.

“Only time I do”, he said taking a sip of his drink. “Come second”, he added nodding at her flushed cheeks.

“Uh!” she gasped turning her back and taking a long suck on her boiling cup of tea.

“Not gonna lie sweetling. You and me ...” he said talking to her back “... we’ll be replaceing out real soon”.

“Tôi là quá đủ cho bất kỳ người đàn ông nào” (I’m more than enough for any man). “Bạn sẽ không bao giờ tìm ra”. (You’ll just never replace out).

“Don’t know what you just said. Mai wouldn’t like you being so disrespectful, don’t recon your old man would be impressed either. So I figure, gotta show you how a man like me won’t tolerate such behaviour”.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I’m your ride till I fix your bike. You’re my responsibility till I fix that smart mouth of yours. Figure, you’ll be on my turf till I let you go”, he said taking another sip as Kamryn slowly turned around to face the man who infuriated her beyond words.

“Are you insane! What the fuck does that mean!” she demanded, her temper brimming close to boiling point.

“See, that word right there. ‘Fuck’. Doesn’t suit you. I like fire and brimstone, not knee-jerk insults and petulance”.

“Wha ... you ... huh!” she spluttered. She couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence if her life depended on it.

“You guys ready to rock’n’roll?” asked Frost, finishing the last of his not so hot coffee.

Kamryn had nearly threequarters left of her tea while Beetle just threw his unfinished drink into the recycle bin.

“Hop up sweeetling, got me a club to introduce you to”.

It wasn’t hop on because he assumed her to be short one end, it was hop up! Big jerk! I’ll give him short one end thought Kamryn giving Beetle a good hard punch on his arm.

He just laughed, the impact rocking him a little to the right.

“Something to look forward to”, he said as she climbed on the back. Reaching behind her waist his long arm tucking her in like she was earlier, her jeans sliding easily over the smooth leather set.

“Unbelievable! Don’t be assuming you and I have got a thing you know. I’m doing quite well on my own thank you very much ... AND ... if you want to know what I say, get a translator app”.

He kicked his bike to life, ignoring her words like they didn’t matter and pulled out onto the highway behind Frost.

Brilliant suggestion that translator shit!

Feeling her arms holding on like before, he felt right with the universe.

She may have believed he had ignored her words but who was she fooling? He only confirmed without words what she had been thinking. He was as turned on as she was...

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