I lick my lips and glance around, waiting for Brock and Bodhi to jump out with a sign that says, Surprise, motherfucker. He’s kidding, or some shit. But nothing happens. Just Corbin waiting patiently for my reply.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling up at him, and he turns, wrapping one hand around my waist, leading me down the hallway.
12
Landry
My breath catches as we walk outside. A glossy black motorcycle sits right out in front of the doors, and I glance up at Corbin.
“This yours?”
“Yeah.” He nods, handing me a helmet to put on.
I look back at the motorcycle, admiring the shine of the metal in the sunlight. I can tell he takes care of it, keeps it clean and spotless.
I reach out, running one finger over the soft curves, almost like a woman. It has appeal, albeit a dangerous one.
“It’s hot,” I say, biting my lip, strapping the helmet to my head, and looking up at Corbin.
He’s been watching me, eyes tracking my movements, and with anyone else, it would be disconcerting, but I’m starting to feel like that’s just Corbin. I almost feel relaxed under his gaze now.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
He loops one leg over the seat, turning slightly to look at me. “Thought we could go for a drive.”
“Why me?” I look him in the eyes, seeing them narrow as he sucks his bottom lip in, biting down for a moment.
God, he’s so freaking hot.
“Why not?” He shrugs and pats the seat behind him.
I climb on, loving the feel of the piece of machinery between my legs. I can sense everything through my skirt and the thin panties I’m wearing, leaving nothing to my imagination. It’s almost a sexual experience, but it seems like all my experiences with Corbin are sexual in some way.
The motorcycle roars to life beneath me, and I squeal, wrapping my arms around Corbin’s middle as the bike vibrates my body. He guns it, and we pull out, shooting down the front road leading out of the school grounds, past the trees lining the long driveway. The wind whips my hair around my neck, my skirt blowing up a little from my thighs, and the cool air rushes in, putting goose bumps along my body. Or maybe that’s the hard chest I’m holding on to.
I discreetly run my fingers over his torso, feeling the ridges of his muscles, and my stomach flutters with excitement. I turn my head, watching everything rush by us, almost as if we were flying. I can see why he likes this motorcycle, the freedom you feel on top of it. His corded forearms ripple as his hands work the handles, and I watch his thigh shift, the motorcycle changing tune underneath us. It’s a dance almost, one he has down to a science, and I can tell he’s spent a lot of time on this beast.
We finally pull off the highway, gravel shooting underneath us as he slows down in the parking lot of a dive bar. It’s off the beaten path, weathered and the kind you know will have the best food you’ve ever put in your mouth. Corbin pulls his helmet off before turning and offering his hand back to me to help me off first. His eyes dip down, staring at the large expanse of thigh exposed where my skirt has ridden up, but I don’t pull it down. I feel an odd thrill at his perusal, relishing in how he takes his time to look.
I am dying for him to reach out, hook a finger underneath the hem of my skirt, and continue pushing it up. I want him to run the back of his knuckle along my seam, feeling my wetness, and push my panties to the side. And for me to lie back on the handlebars and prop my legs up on his shoulders, watching him eat me out from under my skirt.
But none of that happens.
He averts his eyes as I put my hand in his, climbing off the back of the motorcycle and taking my helmet off.
The most important mission I have now is getting him to fuck me against this motorcycle. The scene won’t leave my mind, and I can feel my nipples harden behind the soft cotton bra I’m wearing.
Corbin seems more subdued than usual. For someone who is pretty quiet on the norm, that’s saying something.
“What are we doing here?”
“I’m hungry,” he says with a shrug, dropping my hand and dismounting before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
I’m seeing a different side to him. One that isn’t the cocky, asshole king, but a normal guy, albeit sexy as hell, who I wish would tear my shirt open and roll my nipples under his large palms. I fight the urge to fan myself.
When did I become such a horndog?
“Is this, like, your secret spot or something?”
“Or something.”
He starts to walk up to the door, and I follow behind, tugging my skirt down and my shirt together. I need my new uniforms. This one is a little too small to be comfortable.
We walk through the actual restaurant and out onto the back porch that overlooks the ocean. The calm waves leisurely lap at the shore, and I climb up onto a high-top chair, resting my head in my hands on the surrounding deck rail.
“Corbin,” a woman says, walking out onto the deck. She’s got to be around fifty, wearing the apron of a waitress, and she has a large smile on her face.
“Hey, Marni,” he says, wrapping one arm around her in a side hug. The way his face lights up is mesmerizing, almost as if the shadows were being chased from his eyes.
“Who’s this?” She turns friendly eyes on me, still wrapped under his arm.
“Landry. I’m showing her around,” he says, gaze on my face, worrying his bottom lip again.
“Must be special. Never seen you with a girl before. You’re going to make me jealous,” Marni says, laughing as she steps out from under his hug.
“You know you’ll always be my girl,” Corbin says with a smile, taking the seat opposite me.
“He’s a charmer, this one.” She hooks a thumb toward him as she stands by me. “It’s nice to meet you, Landry. What can I get you kids?”
“My usual,” Corbin says before glancing at me.
I take the menu in my hand for a second, glancing over it before I order a water, grilled cheese, and a side of house-made chips.
“Coming right up,” Marni says before heading back inside.
Corbin taps one hand against the table as I look back out over the ocean.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, still not looking at him.
He doesn’t answer for a moment, the silence stretching between us until I finally turn my head, making sure he didn’t suddenly leave me.
“I told you, I’m hungry,” he repeats, his hand still drumming.
“You know that’s not what I mean,” I say, crossing my legs and pulling my skirt over them. “Why did you bring me here? What is this?” I gesture between us. As much as I don’t want this to be nothing, I have to hear him say what he’s thinking. I can’t sit here and second-guess everything all the time. When he doesn’t speak, I continue, “I know you are smart. You are a scholarship student, which means you have brains. So, you have to know this is weird for both of us.”
Marni comes back out, halting the conversation as she sets our drinks and straws down. “Food should be out shortly,” she says with a smile and then leaves.
Corbin takes a long pull of his water, looking out at a few seagulls lazily circling in the sky.
“Corbin?” I prompt.