A young girl dismounted from behind the driver and
turned to give him a kiss as she walked away, grinning and
waving back at him. Jake noted her smile was stunning, all
teeth in a beautiful Native American face. Her long hair was
braided down the back of her blouse almost to her rear end,
and she wore a light, flowing, chiffon-type skirt. Gee, where
had that come from, chiffon? Jake decided at that moment
that he'd definitely been watching way too much of the
Fashion Channel, but Fashion Runway was wonderful! What
in the hell was wrong with him?
Jake watched the girl a moment more before deciding
that she must be around the same age as Grace. Jake was
just about to turn away as the man dismounted and rose up,
towering above the bike as he stepped to the ground.
Jake's jaw nearly hit the dirt. He stood rooted in place
as the man's leather-covered body rose to its full height.
Wow! The only thing Jake could think was Wow, okay,
fucking WOW! The guy must have been six foot five at least
without the totally gorgeous black leather riding boots,
which gave him an added three inches in stature. Jake had
always thought himself a tall man at six foot four; he'd
towered above everyone in his office, but this guy beat him
out easily.
What stunned Jake about this man was the almost
instantaneous reaction he had to the guy. A lightning bolt
shot to Jake's cock as the man turned to him, meeting his
eyes for the first time. As if in slow motion, the biker reached
up, removing his silver helmet and allowed his waist-length
black hair to spill down his back like a midnight waterfall. It
was the sexiest thing Jake had ever seen, and when the man
locked emerald eyes on him and smiled, Jake almost came in
his jeans. What the fuck had just happened?
Jake couldn't move. He felt paralyzed by the intense
gaze of the stranger as his eyes raked Jake's form up and
down. Jake had always thought of himself as completely
heterosexual. After all, he had loved Molly and had never
had to fight an attraction to another man. Jake felt himself
grip the door of the Mustang until he thought the bones
would pop through his white knuckles and he'd bend the
metal. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm his
breathing and, at the same time, relate what was happening
with his body in reaction to this man's gaze. His cock had
hardened to steel, and he knew instinctively that it was
visible to the biker, who simply stood there, continuing to
grin at Jake's reddening face.
Finally, letting out the breath that he only then
realized he'd been holding, Jake frowned and broke eye
contact with the stranger, turning back toward his car as he
slammed the door a little too hard. He heard crunching on
the ground and waited until the footsteps faded before
raising his head and turning around. The stranger had
disappeared from the parking lot, and Jake was alone.
Lowering his eyes to his hands, which clutched the roof of
his car, he noted the tremors. He knew, down deep inside of
himself, that something had just changed in his life.
