“Enjoy the race, Sex Piston?” She felt his eyes slide over her body.
She was wearing a tight, black, leather jumpsuit with a silver zipper up the front which she had left unzipped to show the cleavage between her breasts, and black boots that came to her thighs. Her hair was fluffed out and curled. She had felt a lot of male eyes on her during the night, but none of them had aroused her to the extent that Stud’s quick glance had evoked within her body.
“I’ve seen better,” she lied.
She saw the happiness in his eyes. It was such a stark contrast to the usual bored expression they held. Sex Piston didn’t think there wasn’t much in life that Stud hadn’t experienced. The race must have given him the adrenaline rush that was missing from his life.
Sex Piston felt Pike move at her back.
“Tell her crew Sex Piston is riding home with me,” Stud told Pike.
She turned to stop him, but he had disappeared in the milling crowd before she could.
“I didn’t say that I would ride home with you,” she tried to argue with Stud.
“I didn’t ask.” Taking her by the arm, he led her down the corridors until he came to a double door watched by a guard.
“Great race, Wyatt.”
“Thanks.”
Going through the metal doors, Sex Piston saw the crowd waiting. Women rushed forward, trying to get his autograph, and two security guards had to help them maneuver through the large crowd. Stud got on his bike, waiting for Sex Piston to get on. Reluctantly, with the crowd watching, she climbed on behind him before taking the helmet he held out for her. Stud then started the motor and pulled out slowly until he came to the road, merging into the busy Louisville traffic.
It was dark outside and the lights made the city beautiful. The bike took a turn and soon they were gaining speed on the interstate heading home. She was thankful the leather outfit she wore kept her warm; it was a three-hour drive home. When they stopped for gas, Stud had pulled out a leather jacket from his saddlebag for her to put on.
Sex Piston enjoyed the ride, confident in his abilities even before she had seen him race tonight.
They drove through a quiet Jamestown. Sex Piston’s arms around his waist stiffened when he passed the turn off to her street. Stud kept driving, going down another street a couple miles away before turning into a driveway of an older home.
Cutting the motor, he got off the bike and then waited for her.
Sex Piston slowly got off the bike, calling herself every kind of an idiot as she followed him inside the darkened house.
“Where are your kids?”
“My aunt has them this weekend,” Stud answered.
Sex Piston looked around the sparsely furnished home. It had a couch that looked new with a dining room table that also seemed as if it had just been purchased. Actually, staring around the small room, everything seemed as if it was brand new. The home was small, but was clean and organized.
Stud went into the other room as Sex Piston followed slowly behind him. He turned the light on in the kitchen and then moved toward the refrigerator.
“Hungry?”
“Yeah,” she answered.
He pulled out a pack of hamburger meat before going to the cabinet and retrieving a frying pan. Sex Piston watched as he began preparing them a meal. While he fried the burgers, she went to the table and took a seat, enjoying the movements of his muscular body as he moved around the kitchen.
“How long have you been racing?” Sex Piston asked, no longer able to keep her curiosity at bay.
“Since I was fourteen. My dad raced bikes.” He shrugged as he flipped the burgers. “I went to all his races. I began racing as soon as I was old enough.”
“Does your dad still ride?”
“Not anymore.” Stud handed her a plate with her burger. Going to the refrigerator, he grabbed her a bottle of water and a beer for himself.
“Why don’t I get a beer?” Sex Piston asked, taking a bite of her burger.
“Because when I fuck you this time you’re going to be sober,” he said, looking her in the eyes.
Sex Piston almost choked on her food. Finally managing to swallow the bite of food, she took a drink of water while giving him a glare at the amusement he made no effort to hide.
“Very funny,” she snapped.
“I wasn’t joking,” he said before taking another bite of his burger.
“It’s not going to happen, Stud.”
“Why not?”
She opened her mouth to answer him, but he raised his hand before she could say something hateful. “And don’t lie and say you don’t want to because I know you do.”
“Dude, if your dick was as big as your ego, I’d fuck you. But since it’s not, I think I’ll pass.” Sex Piston smirked at her answer.