I grit my teeth as I take a turn at a much higher speed than I need to. It causes Veronica to hold on tighter to me and I immediately regret it. I m counting down the minutes until I can get her off the back of my bike. The only one I want riding b***h on my bike is Banner.
Avoiding Veronica s hands is becoming hazardous to my health. When I lean over just a little bit too much to one side, the bike leans and I have to fight to straighten it on the road. Her hand comes into contact with my jeans-covered crotch.
Stop it! I yell behind me.
Why? You know it was good with us, she hollers, trying to be heard over the rush of the wind.
Grabbing her hand, I place it higher up on my stomach. Keep it up there or your ass can walk. Do you understand me?
She stiffens against my body, obvious
