Sons of Mayhem 1

Chapter 3

I sat back on the bike, my hands resting behind me as I watched Jase hop off and head toward the door of the warehouse. His leather jacket hung to his waist just above jeans which clung tightly to his well rounded ass. He pulled off his gloves and then dug some keys out of his pocket.

A moment later the warehouse door groaned as Jase rolled it open with a yank of his strong arms. I ran a hand absent mindedly over my thigh. It was covered in goose bumps. The idling engine that had seemed so noisy earlier now seemed like the quiet purring of a cat after the roars of our high speed chase. Its confident rumble was comforting.

The smell of the trees mingled with the fumes from the motorcycle. I closed my eyes as I inhaled, feeling my heart rate begin to slow.

I almost began to relax, until my mind began to process what had just happened. What in the hell have I gotten myself into? It was a day of firsts it seemed. First motorcycle ride, first car chase, first time being shot at. What other firsts would happen that day?

The world of our college with its pretty but petty sorority girls and immature frat jocks seemed so far away now. I couldn’t believe that just an hour, fuck, maybe thirty minutes before, I was putting on makeup and getting slutted up in our dorm room. It seemed like a game then…

Jase hopped back on to the bike. “Let’s get inside.” He teased the throttle gently as we slowly rolled into the dark interior. My eyes adjusted quickly; there was actually light pouring in through grimy windows above, but it was still considerably darker than outside.

He parked the motorcycle directly in front of the door in the middle of the mostly empty warehouse. There were a few boxes piled up in one corner, but from the dust and cobwebs I could see that this warehouse had seen little life in the recent past.

Jase hopped off the bike. In one of the least smooth movements I’ve ever made as an adult I swung one leg over the saddle and hopped onto the ground right after him. Or at least I tried to. Instead my traitorous legs gave way and before I could let out a yelp I was collapsing on to the floor.

Faster even than me, Jase realized what was happening and quickly wrapped an arm around me. He pulled me close against him, my nose brushing his long, blond hair as he stopped me from falling to the dirty floor.

“First time on a bike, huh?” His voice was low with a slight rasp to it. Sexy.

“Uh yeah. Thanks. I don’t know what happened.” That was true. As soon as my feet had touched the floor my legs had just given out. I wondered if I was sick.

“It’s the adrenaline. That was a rather…” he paused, thinking for the right word, “exciting ride. That, and I think you were holding on too tight.” His bare hand gently squeezed my upper thigh, the sensitive skin sending ticklish shots shooting through me.

I let out a soft moan. “I didn’t want to fall off.”

Jase looked at me and smiled, showing me another white flash of his teeth. “You won’t fall off. Unless you like, try and jump off or some shit. It’s physics. As long as you’re sitting behind me you’ll stay on the bike. You don’t need to try and crush her with your thighs.” He ran his thumb across the upper part of my leg again as he spoke, indicating my mistake. I let out a shiver.

“Come on, let’s go to the office. It’s not much too look at but it’s better than down here. This place isn’t ready yet.”

“Ready for what?” I asked. I wanted to make some kind of conversation.

He gave me another one of his curious looks, like the one he’d given me on the back of the bike when I’d first clung on to him. “It’s a warehouse. Ready for, you know, warehouse stuff.”