ROAD HAWKS
Alexa Saunders had been on the road for more than four hours and she could feel the fatigue getting to her. As she rode her black Honda Valkyrie on the lonely highway, she could not help but notice the distinct roar of a Harley Street 750 behind her. She would have turned around if she could but she had to keep her eyes on the road. She slowed down and allowed for the Harley to catch up with her…and it did. The rider, a masculine tattooed man rode alongside her Honda, his eyes on her for a long minute before he finally smiled and rode ahead. Alexa smiled to herself and went on riding, feeling the cold wind against her wrist where her jacket and gloves parted. It was not long before she heard the familiar roar again. She smiled to herself when she saw the Harley in view. Suddenly, she did not feel so tired anymore.
“Playing games, aren’t we?” she thought as she rode past the powerful machine only to have it ride up to where she was again, and ride along her own bike. This time she turned and looked at the masculine rider and smiled. “Perfection,” she thought before she revved up and rode past him.
What followed next was a dance of sorts, with the Harley and Honda passing each other every so often, giving the two riders a chance to steal a glance at each other. The dance went on for a couple of miles before the Harley took a sharp right turn, getting off the highway. Alexa was not new on the highway, this was a road she had come to know well, the very same road that she grew up riding down, and she was sure that there was absolutely nothing on the right side of it. But that was not her concern. She went on riding, counting the miles until she got home.
She had only gone for a couple of miles when she once again heard the Harley’s roar. This time, she did not give it time to catch up. The sun was almost going down and she was still a few hours from Staling City, her home town. “Maybe I should stop over at the Ripples Inn,” she thought as she sped up towards Ripples, a motel she had stayed at time and again. When she got there an hour later, she got off the bike and took her backpack before heading in.
“Alexa! I had no idea you were coming,” Rob Livingstone, the innkeeper and a longtime friend to Alexa said excitedly. She walked up to the counter and smiled at him.
“In my defense, I really thought I would make it to Staling by nightfall,” Alexa said as she put her helmet on the counter and shook out her long brunette hair.
“Well, you are just in time for some of the wife’s pot roast. Will you be joining us for dinner?” Rob asked. Alexa smiled and shook her head.
“Maybe you could just send it over to my room. It’s been a long ride,” she said.
“As you wish,” Rob said with a smile.
“Same room as usual?” she asked as she handed Rob a hundred dollar bill.
“It’s always available for you,” Rob said as he handed her two twenties and a key card. She smiled and picked up her helmet before heading out. “I’ll have the roast sent over,” Rob called after her as she walked out.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Alexa thought when she got out of the reception. Right there in front of her was the Harley Davidson Street 750. The muscled tattooed man was leaned against it and now that he had taken off his helmet, she could see his long ash blond hair. She walked up to him, a smile on her face. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were stalking me,” she said. The man smiled and shrugged, a carefree sort of shrug that said he didn’t really care what she thought.
“How would you feel if I was?” he asked.
“Depends. You got the balls to find out?” she asked. The man laughed and looked at her. Alexa had a curvy supple body and the fitting leather pants and jacket she wore only made her curves look sexier. She could feel his lingering stare on her, but she did not mind. “Beautiful
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