Wild Thing

 

Flash Fiction Prompt…Motorcycle/Bike

 

Wild Thing by Lily Graison
(2,705 words) – original characters
© 2012 Lily Graison. All Rights Reserved
 

 

 

“Come on baby, purr for momma.”

Fawn knew the soft click of the motor when she turned the key was a sign from god.

Trying to escape was useless.

She slapped the steering wheel several times before balling her hand into a fist and beat on it while cursing at the top of her lungs in frustration. When her fit of anger passed she stared out the front window at the endless miles of road. Three days of freedom and all she’d gained was a few thousand miles of distance between her and Darrell.

Releasing her seat belt, she climbed out of the beat up, hunk of junk, shut the car door, and raised a hand to shield her eyes from the dying sun. There was nothing in either direction but rolling hills of red, dry earth.

Rubbing a hand over her face, she leaned back against the car, crossing one booted foot over the other and stared out across the desert.

The tears started moments later and she let them roll. Why does my life suck so much? Is it too much to ask for one thing to actually go right! Just ONE freaking break! She looked up, staring into the heavens and screamed, “What did I do to deserve this!”

Stomping away from the car, she kicked rocks in her path, cursing. Three years of pure hell and this was her reward?

Stopping a few feet from the car she sat down and ran a hand through her hair. “So. What now?”

She glanced back at her car. “You can stay here and die of dehydration and starvation. Walk to the nearest town and pray you don’t die of dehydration and starvation on the way or hope someone comes along…”

Her last thought died before she completed it. A rumble that shook the ground echoed through the valley and she jumped to her feet, dusting off the back of her skirt and looked down the road in both directions. The sound grew louder with each passing minute and fear was crawling up her spine by the time she saw what was causing it. Her eyes widened a moment later.

“Oh god, please let that be a mirage.”

It wasn’t. Her hands started trembling as they came into view. The sun was behind them, silhouetting them against a backdrop of a brilliant orange and purple sky. What looked like hundreds of motorcycles rolled up the road and the roar of the engines shook the ground. Black leather and shiny chrome shined in the sun and caused her heart to race.

She glanced at her car, wondering if she could make it inside before they reached her. The lead bike was still far enough away but surely they’d see her.

“Options,” she said. “One, stand completely still and maybe the biker gang barreling up the road won’t see you. Two, hide and hope they won’t break into the car to get to you. Three, stand here like an idiot and let them eat you for breakfast.”

She chose option four and turned, running the opposite direction, away from the road. The roar of the motorcycles was deafening and a glance behind her paralyzed her in fear. They were stopping. They’d seen her.

Sighing heavily, she stopped and turned back to the road. It was stupid to run anyway. Where was she going to go? There wasn’t anything for miles in either direction but dirt.

Her initial fear doubled when she looked to the road. The bikes were three, sometimes four wide, and stretched the length of the highway. She had no idea how many of them there were but it looked like hundreds.

And only one me.

Fawn stood frozen in place, staring at them, while a barrage of not so pleasant visions danced in her head. What would they do with her? Her legs weakened at the thought.

When the person on the lead bike stood, she swallowed the lump in her throat, willing the tears stinging her eyes away.

The man who led the pack of bikers, and was the only one to stand, was now walking to the edge of the road. He stopped and stared at her. The others were looking too.

WhatdoIdowhatdoido.

Nibbling her bottom lip, she glanced behind her, the sinking feeling in her stomach turning sour before looking back at the road. She sighed. Just get it over with. They can only kill you once.

Defeated, she walked back to the road, keeping the length of her car between them. The sun was at the man’s back. She could tell it was a man by the set of his shoulders. He was broad, his chest wide. She froze, staring at his tall, powerful form.

He turned his head, glancing over his shoulder at his friends before turning back to face her. “You don’t have to be afraid.”

That’s what you think, Buddy! Fawn straightened, raising her head and tried to look confident. “I’m not,” she lied.

When he took a step toward her, she stumbled back. He stopped, his head tilting to one side while he looked at her. “You’re not?”

She didn’t answer. Her heart felt ready to burst from her chest. She’d lived the last three years of her miserable life in fear and now, when she’d gained her freedom, she was still afraid. When he took another step toward the car, she locked her knees, forcing herself to stand still.

The desire to turn and run was mind numbing. She could barely breath and felt dizzy as blood rushed through her veins. The man rounded the back of her car, his head turning to look inside when he passed the windows. He stopped at the front tire, leaning his hip on the corner panel and crossed his arms over his chest.

He was covered in black leather, the material making that dull squeaking sound when he moved. His jacket was open, the black shirt under it tight against his skin and even from the distance he stood from her she could tell he was packing more muscle under that thin fabric than she’d ever seen on one human. Black chaps covered his long legs and big, heavy black boots adorned his feet.

She glanced up at his face. Day’s worth of stubble marred his chin and the tangle of dark hair brushed his shoulders. He was rough looking, gritty from road grim, but when his gaze traveled the length of her from head to toe, a tingle raced up her spine.

“What’s your name, darling?”

Her breath caught at the sound of his voice. Unlike the rest of him, it was smooth as silk. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Fawn,” she said. “Fawn Davis.”

When he grinned, Fawn felt her heart skip a beat.

“Fawn?” He looked at her again, his gaze sliding over her body in a slow, sensual path.

She looked down at herself. The dress she wore was cut low in the front and showed more cleavage than she wished at the moment. The short skirt blew against her thighs in the wind and the white material was dirty. Her boots were scuffed and covered in red dust from her tirade when the car died. She could only imagine what her hair looked like. She raised a hand, trying to manage the wild, windblown blonde locks into place before looking back up at him.

He was staring at her legs. “My parents were…strange,” she said. “Hippies, I guess you could say.”

He raised one eyebrow, lifting his head to her. Amusement flared in his dark eyes. “It suits you.”

Neither spoke for long moments. They both just stood there staring at each other. When the silence became deafening, Fawn inhaled deeply, about to speak, when he pushed off the side of the car and stood to his full height. He uncrossed his arms and tapped the hood of her car with his knuckles. “What seems to be the problem?”

She glanced at the car. “Other than it being a piece of shit, I don’t have a clue.”

He smiled again, the sight of it causing another tingle to race up her spine. She watched him walk to the front of the car and lean down, opening the hood.

She’d never given chaps much thought before but seeing his butt outlined by the leather made things low in her stomach tighten. The man had an ass that would stop traffic. The rest of him was, to her surprise, mouth watering as well.

“Try to start it,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder.

Fawn walked to the car, looking down the road at the other bikes still sitting there idling. She climbed behind the wheel and turned the key. The soft clicks she’s heard before were gone. Now, it was nothing.

He lowered the hood enough to see over it, looking at her. “Go ahead.”

“I did,” she said. “It’s not doing anything now.”

He raised the hood back up and Fawn stayed in the seat. She could see his hands through the small opening where the hood met the car. When he rose up and told her to try it again, her shoulders slumped when nothing happened. The hood shut moments later.

“The cars shot,” he said.

Fawn stared at him for long moments before finally climbing back out and shutting the door.

“Where were you headed?”

She shrugged her shoulders. She had no clue where she was going. Just—away. “No where,” she said. “Anywhere.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” he said. “That’s exactly where we’re headed.”

Her heart started racing again.

“There’s a place not too far from here. There’s a phone if you need to call someone. Your husband, perhaps.”

She answered without thinking. “I’m not married.”

He smiled, his gaze traveling back over her body. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Boyfriend?”

She shook her head while staring at him. There really wasn’t a reasonable explanation for the way her head felt light and her pulse raced while looking at him. He was so not her type. She liked blondes with blue eyes and lean bodies. She certainly didn’t find rugged, leather-clad men with broad shoulders, dark hair and black eyes attractive. The dark dusting of whiskers on his chin outlined lips too full and way too damn kissable. The way he looked at her should send fear screaming through her head, yet it sent tingles of pleasure rippling through her body. No, he was definitely not her type. He was nothing like Darrell.

Thinking of her ex did send fear screaming through her head. He was probably half way there by now. What would he do once he found her?

“Cole! Lets go man, either bring her or leave her standing.”

Fawn turned her head, looking behind her for the person who yelled. The other bikers were starting to get restless, a few of them already moving up the road. Turning back around, she stared at the man in front of her. “I take it you’re Cole?”

He nodded his head, staring at her for long moments before saying, “Let’s go.”

She watched him walk around her car, not once glancing behind him to see if she was following. When he reached his bike, he did look back. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement that caused the sudden rush of butterflies in her stomach to start fluttering.

Chewing her bottom lip, she weighed her options, again. They were about the same except now she had a rescue party. It wasn’t exactly what she had in mind but what choice did she have?

Knowing she couldn’t stand there all night, and fearing Darrell would somehow find her, Fawn opened her car door and reached for her purse, digging her wallet out and shoving it in the top of her boot. She looked at her things in the back. She couldn’t take them. Her suitcase wouldn’t fit on the back of the bike. Once she figured out what to do, she’d come back for it.

Shutting the car door, she walked the centerline in the road to where he stood. He was still watching her, the wind blowing his hair while the sun filtered around his body and casting a halo around his massive shoulders.

The other bikers were staring at her. Some of them were downright scary looking. She noticed a few women, some on their own bikes, others sitting behind the men. Everyone wore an amused look on their face.

Fawn blocked everyone around her out, focusing her attention on Cole, and crossed the distance to him. When she stopped in front of him, she glanced at his bike. A new fear started low in her stomach and ate its way through her limbs. A motorcycle. She was going to have to ride on the back of a motorcycle.

“You’re face is turning white,” Cole said.

She nodded her head and took a deep breath. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.”

“Nothing to it. Just straddle it and hold on.”

“Aren’t they’re dangerous,” she said, looking up at him.

He smiled, a tiny, wicked tilt of his lips. “I can think of things more dangerous to put between those legs than this bike.”

She couldn’t breath, all of a sudden. Her chest felt like a hundred pound weight was dropped on it and she struggled to catch her breath while Cole stole another glance down the line of her body.

There wasn’t a doubt in her mind what he was thinking when he looked back up at her. His eyes smoldered with fire and conveyed his intent with one simple glance. She felt hot in an instant.

He took a step toward her, the heat from his body warming her bare arms, and he locked gazes with hers. This close, she could see his eyes really were black. The irises swallowed the pupil and a row of dark long lashes she’d kill to have framed his round eyes perfectly. His jaw was strong, his cheekbones high. He was a complete contradictory. Weren’t bikers supposed to be haggard with long stringy hair and enough road grim it took them weeks to wash it off? The ones she’d seen were. Yet, this man, this incredibly scary, big, fiercely attractive man made her think things she shouldn’t. Like what was he hiding underneath all that leather?

The questions kept coming and Fawn kept her eyes locked with his. She realized in the passing moments that she’d like to find out all the answers. Hardened biker he may be, but lord help her, he was the finest specimen of man she’d ever laid eyes on.

He reached up, pulling his coat off, and she was startled when he draped it over her shoulders.

“Gets cold when the wind is blowing past you. You’ll freeze in that tiny slip of a dress.” He glanced down at her and grinned. “Not that I’m complaining about your decision to wear it.”

She blushed and was glad he’d turned his back to her. A quick glance at the others and she hastily put her arms in the sleeves of the coat. It hung down her legs, the sleeves swallowing her hands and she slid the thick leather up, digging her fingers out of the cuffs before pulling her hair out of the collar.

Cole straddled his bike, the engine roaring to life an instant later. He looked back over at her, the gleam in his eyes still there and she took a steadying breath before crossing the distance between them. She looked down at the bike, her earlier fears of riding it returning.

“It won’t bite you,” he said. “Come on.”

He held out a hand and she took it, throwing her leg over the seat and settling behind him. Tucking her skirt under her legs, she made sure her butt wasn’t showing before looking up. He was staring over his shoulder at her.

“Ready?”

She nodded her head at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Hold on.” He revved the engine and when the bike lurched forward, she squealed and grabbed him around the waist.

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