Guns and Roses

Chapter Three

Took a long time but finally, here it is!! :-)

BTW there's a pic of a Ducati NCR M16 ... :-D I am in love with that bike so yeah... it appeared quite a number of times in this story :-D... <3 The pic shows the bike which Jake was riding.

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Cold wind whipped strands of my hair in all directions and raised goose bumps on my bare arms. I spread my arms out, a familiar adrenaline rushing through me. I looked towards the blue, clear sky and then closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the bright sunlight on my eyelids. This is one of the rare stuff which makes my life worth all the crap I put up with. Just this feel of the wind and the exhilarated feel of extreme speed.

And of course, riding pillion with my bad-ass boyfriend.

I laughed out in surprise as Jake suddenly raised the front wheel of the bike. I grabbed his toned chest, in a tight embrace, to avoid falling off his black Ducati. Leaning forward, I whispered huskily into his ears "Could have warned me, you idiot"

He laughed in a deep, sexy voice "You know, you don't need it, babe".

I grinned. This guy knows me too well. I stood up slightly on the pillion seat and I leaned over Jake. I bit the lobe of his right ear and laughed as I felt him shudder in reaction.

Two can play the game, Mister, I smirked.

"Get a room you two!" hollered Cruz, who was riding a bright red Ducati near us.

Cat calls and hoots followed his words.

I looked around at my gang members riding with us. Since unity means a lot in gangs, whenever we travel we ride our bikes in a particular formation. The message is always clear. Don't dare to mess with us.

Jake, being our gang leader, is leading the group with his second-in-command Cruz on the right and the third-in-command, Nathan, on the left. The others, about 21 of them, are riding behind us, somewhat forming the outline of a diamond.

Soon, we reached our headquarters and the two dozen bikes rumbled into the enormous garage we maintain beside our headquarters. Since most of us are bike lovers, this place is a shrine for us. Literally. No one is allowed to eat here, in case our precious babies (the bikes) get dirty. This might sound strange to people but believe me, most of the gang members eat like animals. And I am saying this purely from experience.

As soon as I hopped off the Ducati, Jake parked it in his usual spot and then, pulled me up to him as I passed him.

"Babe, you are the biggest tease ever, you know" he whispered into my ear "What if I had crashed today after that?"

I smirked back. "You know, you wouldn't punk"

I turned away to go to the den but he pulled me back again. Losing my balance, I crashed into his warm chest and got a huge whiff of his after-shave in an instant.

Right then, I knew I was a goner.

His hands wrapped around my waist and his ocean blue eyes were clearly filled with desire. His mouth traced my neck and I could feel my neck burning all through that path. Soon, his hands were tracing up my shirt. His warm breath was making me go crazy and I could only think "Kiss me now, you fool!"

But apparently, I wasn't the only tease here.

His hands weaved through my hair and made me lean all the more closer to him. His warm breath fanned across my face again. The entire time his ocean blue eyes were making me go weak in my knees and I was suddenly thankful that the Ducati was giving us support.