Chapter 11

I turned to him confused and he had an evil gleam in his eyes, smirking at me. I mentally prepared myself to punch him if he pulled a prank on me.

'When did we come to this, that I am thinking about punching him as I do it every day?' I thought to myself.

"What did you do?", I asked narrowing my eyes at him.

Somehow his smirk became even cockier and I gathered that a punch will not do, I will have to kick him in the balls.

He sauntered towards me, "Not so fast. You'll see for yourself." He crossed me and gestured with two fingers to follow him.

Okaaaayyy then.

Drake parted the bushes for me to pass. 'He is taking the gentleman thing seriously', I thought. But that thought vanished in the air as soon as my eyes land on what was waiting for us on the other side of the trail. My jaw went to the floor. I gasped and blinked twice to make sure I was not hallucinating.

No, it was still there.

BMW S1000RR sports bike was idling on the right side of the trail in all its dark metal glory and I felt like squealing and jumping up and down in a place like a child on Christmas morning. But the initial shock won and instead I silently ran my hand through its leather seat and then metal bulge in the front. It was so freaking beautiful and standing in so proximity of it was starting a tingle in my thighs.

I can't wait to straddle it and feel its rumble beneath me.

I glanced at Drake and he had a vicious frown on his face that baffled me. That was when it all came to me and I had to choke the urge of laughing outright at his face, he had thought that I will run screaming in the opposite direction for my dear life from the sports bike like most of the other girls do. So, me fondling with its handlebars and clutches doesn't exactly bode well with his plan.

Oh, joy! This was his master plan. Poor Drake.

Little does he know, that I was nine when I had harassed my dad to teach me how to ride even though I barely reached its gear shift at that time. So, I can only imagine Drake's face---or more appropriately the horror on his face---when I will make him take the back seat. Ah, this is going to be fun.

I raised my hand, palms up in front of him, "Keys", I demanded.

A myriad of emotions crossed through his face and it was like watching a reality show in front of my eyes, shock, denial, toe-curling-horror, but what intrigued me most was the last one, assured cockiness. I watched as a smirk graced his lips, "You tryin' to fool me, Grace?"

I had to bit the inside of the cheek to keep from smirking at him. He thinks that I am bluffing. God, I am so going to enjoy it.

I kept a blank face, "Keys."

I saw the indecisiveness in his face for a while, but then again that assured cockiness. He took the keys out of his back pocket and tossed them to me. I caught the keys mid-air and then straddled the black beast in front of me. Feel of soft leather beneath me shot sparks of thrill with a shadow of fear through me. It's been so long.

I looked at Drake and asked, "You comin' or what?"

He gave me a wry look, "What are you doing, Grace? It's not funny. You can get hurt so I suggest you drop this bullshit and climb off it. Because really my patience is running thin here."

"Believe me if I say, we're not leaving this place until I dance along the streets with this baby", I said caressing the gas tank with one hand and the black leather handlebar with the other.

"You're doing no such thing. You don't even know how to ride---"

"It's either yes or no. You coming?", I said giving him a stare that stated loud and clear, I was not going to back down. Drake returned my stare with the same intensity.

"Come on, get off---"

"Suit yourself", I said shrugging and brought the engine to life with a roar. After bringing the gear to normal, I squeezed the hell out of the clutch as I pushed the throttle mercilessly. It purred seductively under me and I almost orgasmed from its feel.

Just when I was going to release the clutch, weight in the rear increased as Drake climbed on the back seat. I smirked at him over my shoulder, "Wise decision", I informed. Guess he figured out, I was not bluffing.

"Just.....Just go slow."

"Sure thing." Thank god he can't see the shit-eating grin on my face.

I shifted gear and released the clutch slowly and as the wheels started rolling, I drowned myself in the feel of the beast rumbling beneath me. I am dead and have gone to heaven, this can be nothing short of that. Even with Drake barking orders at me from behind to 'slow down' and 'don't take so sharp turns or you'll get us killed', that I deliciously ignored as I passed the muddy area and entered the suburbs.

Since the back seat is alleviated, Drake's chest was leaning against me. it's warmth on my back doing weird things to my head, that was neither sweet nor bitter just something....different. Come to think of it, I have always felt that way about Drake. Even when he used to just watch me in classes, that I had caught him once or twice, I always used to think that he gives me a weird vibe but maybe it's just my normal reaction to him.

I never went down sixty miles per hour, which was certainly a death wish with an added load on my rear. But I couldn't bring myself to care about it, it's been long and I am just gonna do it. Fuck the consequences.

When I took the final turn for my dorm I almost whimpered from the impending separation from the black beauty. I don't want this to end. And I kept thinking that until I pressed on the breaks in front of my dorm building.

I didn't make a move after I turned the ignition off and neither did Drake. Come to think of it, he had not said a word for the last five minutes. That thought worried me a little.

"You alive back there?", I asked him over my shoulder fearing that I sent him in a cardiac arrest on the ride back here.

After what felt like years he inhaled sharply and I exhaled mine in relief, that I didn't even know I was holding. "Drake?", I prodded but he didn't reply and got off from behind. Fear started taking grip of my throat and my hands started getting clammy. Did I already lose the one friend I had made today?

Drake came to the front and took the keys from the ignition, "Are you mad?", I croaked. He again didn't reply and neither he looked at me, just gestured for me to get off the bike. I did silently, not wanting to infuriate him further. When he started to climb I panicked, wanting to say something to make all of this right. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me. I was----"

"Grace", he cut me still not looking at me, "Please, go inside", he said like he was in intense pain. My throat closed as the realization struck me like a freight train.

"Oh my god! Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry. I didn't know---"

"Grace", he growled as he looked at me and one look from his eyes squeezed all the air from my lungs and I gasped to take some much-needed oxygen in. His eyes were shining from blatant desire as he practically devoured me with his eyes. "I'm trying to do the right thing here. And believe me, if I say, I'm just a second from snapping and backing you to the same bike---which by the way, you were looking like a living wet dream riding just moments ago---while I devour that pretty pink mouth of yours. I'm hanging by a thread so do me a favor and go inside or god help me I won't be accountable for my actions."

I swallowed hard and turned without saying anything once again taken aback by the breakneck pace of change of events. How do I always go from enjoying something to freaking out and at last at a loss of words from the sexual tension like electricity, whenever I am with Drake?

He is like a rollercoaster seriously messing with my obsessive-compulsive disorder of having everything in order. He goes from being funny to a cocky asshole to a sex god in the blink of an eye that I never know which one is standing in front of me. And for some bizarre reason thinking about all of this made me chuckle.

Whatever, I enjoyed a lot today. Who cares what happened in the end?

I entered the doorway just as the distinctive sound of the engine signaled that Drake has left, and that also brought a smile to my face.