He huffed out a quiet ‘thank you’ and refused to meet Gene’s eyes, afraid to see the laughter in them.
“Okay, now wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight.”
Billy’s jaw dropped. “What?”
Gene rolled his eyes and faced forward, his feet on the ground, both arms reaching back and grabbing hishands, pulling them around his waist until they were able to link together.
“Slide closer,” Gene instructed.
Billy obeyed, moving forward until his crotch was only centimeters from Gene and his inner thighs were touching the other man’s outer thighs. His scent wafted back to meet him and Billy willed his body not to betray him. The last thing he needed tonight was a beating by a biker in a leather jacket.
Gene glanced back. “You ready?”
Billy only nodded, trying to remain calm. He swore he heard Gene chuckle and whisper something under his breath before he started the bike.
Did he just say the word “cute?” He had to be hallucinating.