8
Sometimes in life, we do things that simply cannot be explained. You do things that, when asked about later, you have no idea why you did them.
I could blame it on a million different things. I could blame it on all the events with Steve. I could blame it on the need to get a little revenge. I could blame it on the fact that I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. Hell, I could even try to blame it on all the beers I’d been drinking because let’s be honest, combined with all the other things, it made for a very dangerous mix.
“Everyone grab your shit and let’s get the fuck out of here,” Steele ordered the other bikers, who were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. “It’s just a matter of time before those cops come back here and you can be damn sure that they won’t be coming alone. They’ll have half the state police behind them and if they get here before we leave, I highly doubt any of us walk out of here.”
Even though he was calm, he had a look in his eyes that showed he meant business. Running those two amateur cops off had been funny at the time, but if they returned, there would surely be real firepower behind them. The smartest thing Steel and his boys could do was get as far away from the motel as possible as quickly as they could.
Watching the bikers scrambling to collect their gear was quite the thing to see. One after another, they ran out the front door and started up their bikes. Steel watched and made sure everyone was accounted for before he grabbed the bag he’d carried in and made his way to exit the building.
Not in a million years could I have predicted what happened next.
“You coming?” Steel asked from the door, looking me right in the eyes.
Holy shit, did I just hear him correctly? I’d just met the man and he wanted me to come along with him? What I was supposed to say? And what exactly did he want from me? Did he just want me there so he could finish what we started whenever we got to wherever we were going? Would I just be discarded after he was done with me?
I froze, knowing how stupid the next thing out of my mouth would sound to any normal, rational person. I wasn’t thinking straight and rational definitely wasn’t in my vocabulary at the moment.
“Fuck yes,” I told him. “Give me 30 seconds to grab my bag out of my room.”
“30 seconds. I’ll meet you on my bike.”
I ran from the bar and down the hall to my room as fast as my legs would take me. Throwing my door open, I zipped up my bag, flung it over my shoulder, and ran back in the direction I’d just come from.
The motorcycles could be heard revving up before I even made it back to the lobby and I worried that they might be about to leave without me. I was relieved when I emerged from the lobby door to see Steel right in front of me.
He handed me a helmet as I swung my leg over the throbbing Harley.
“Hang on tight, it’s gonna be a wild ride,” he told me, his voice barely audible over the roars coming from the bikes.
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was more than happy to wrap my arms around his waist as we sped off towards the highway.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was more aroused than I was right then. I wasn’t sure if it was the warmth coming from Steel’s body, the excitement of everything that was happening, or the vibration coming up through the seat, but I was so turned on. I was sure it was a combination of all the above. Regardless of what it was, I could feel myself soaking through my panties and it was made worse every time he accelerated.
The adrenaline running through my body was amazing. It had been so long since I’d felt so alive and I wondered what the hell I’d been doing with my life.
I thought we’d made a clean getaway and after about thirty minutes, I’d almost forgotten that were running at all. I was just enjoying the ride. I was quickly reminded, however, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a siren behind us.
Turning my head to look behind me, I could see that the sky in the distance was lit up with blue lights. I had no clue how far back they cops were, but I could tell they were closing in on us quickly. They definitely meant business.
It only took a couple of minutes before I could see the police cruisers instead of the reflections of their lights. They were approaching fast and it appeared that they were on a mission.
As far as I could tell, there wasn’t going to be any way we’d ever get out of this. They were coming after us at lightning speed and they had strength in numbers.
I couldn’t tell how many cruisers were behind us because the lights were absolutely blinding. There were at least five or six of them, probably more. I was surprised that there wasn’t a helicopter circling overhead with as much manpower they had behind us.
The cops behind us had to be highway patrol because we were way out of the jurisdiction of the cops these bikers chased off from the motel. The bad thing about that is they had full run of the state, which would make it damn near impossible to escape.
Suddenly, the realization hit me. I wasn’t going to be viewed as just a passenger. The cops were going to view me as an accessory to a crime. In their eyes, I was helping a known felon attempt to escape.