RIDE ME WILD: The biker's obsession

I know his body well

TESSA

My cheeks flushed as I admitted those words in front of everyone. There was no choice. I had to save Kyle. I was the reason behind his fight.

“You? Who are you?” Officer Evans asked, his eyes sharpening like a blade.

I never wanted to face the cops.

Yet here I was… Lying to them for my enemy.

“Officer, he’s my boyfriend.”

My gaze slowly lifted to Kyle’s face, only to find him already watching me.

His left brow arched lazily while a slow, knowing smirk curled at the corner of his bruised lips, like he could hear every reckless thought running through my head.

Officer Evans stayed quiet for a second before stepping closer. “Then you’ll need to come to the station and give your statement before we can clear your boyfriend as a suspect.”

“She isn't going to the station.” Kyle stretched his arm across my chest. “Whatever you wanna ask, do it here.”

“Do not make this difficult for us,” Officer Evans grabbed Kyle’s wrist, but the second Kyle’s muscles tensed beneath his grip, it was obvious who held the power.

Kyle didn’t even flinch. His hand remained locked in place, impossibly strong, while Officer Evans struggled to move it even an inch.

“Kyle, it's fine.” Without strength, I gently pushed his hand down. “A statement is no big deal. Let's get it over with.”

“I'll take her to the station.”

Officer Evans didn't say anything. He left.

The Reapers wanted to come but Kyle told them to look after the café. I released his hand from my grip, yet he held my wrist. “Thank you for taking responsibility, glasses.”

He moved his lips closer to my ear and whispered. “Or should I say girlfriend?”

“I'm only repaying the debt.”

My breath faltered for half a second.

“I’m only repaying a debt,” I replied, forcing myself to hold his gaze even as my pulse betrayed me. Kyle’s smirk deepened slowly, like he didn’t believe me for a second.

As we stepped out of the café, everyone outside was gossiping.

“Did they spend the night together?”

“That's what she said to the cops. It's not even a month since she came back, and already started an affair with that dangerous boy.”

I ignored the whispers trailing behind us and swung onto Kyle’s bike, forcing myself to keep my hands on the metal stand behind.

Kyle noticed.

Of course he did.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he started the engine. The bike roared beneath us, deep and powerful, vibrating straight through my body as he pulled away from the café and the gossip lingering outside it.

Cold wind rushed against my skin, slipping through my hair in soft waves while his intoxicating scent wrapped around me.

I tried keeping distance between us.

But every sharp turn forced me closer. Every acceleration made my breath catch as the bike surged beneath us with reckless speed.

Once again, I ended up wrapping my arms around his waist. One hand loosened from the handle for a brief second before settling over mine, his fingers brushing against my skin.

“Always hold me tight, glasses,” he murmured over the roar of the engine.

My heart started beating faster.

As Kyle raced through the wind like he owned the road, something stirred inside me that I hadn’t felt in years.

Programming. My first love.

Watching the way his bike moved through the streets, fast, fluid, fearless, sparked ideas in my mind faster than I could catch them. Sharp turns. The adrenaline of speed.

For the first time in a while, I felt the urge to create again. A bike racing game.

The thought lit something alive inside me. But the moment Kyle hit the brakes in front of the police station, that dream died.

“Don't be afraid, okay?” He said as I got off the bike. If only he knew my past. As we headed inside, Officer Evans started an interrogation.

Kyle and I sat side by side on the wooden chairs while Officer Evans faced us from across the desk. The smell of the police station was triggering the memories of my past. I didn't lose my calm. Not even for a second.

I gave my statement. A pile of lies.

“Are you sure you’re not lying, Miss?” Officer Evans lifted a glass of water to his mouth.

I let out a slow breath and crossed my legs calmly. “Kyle never left my bed. Well, he couldn't after what he did.”

Officer Evans instantly choked on his water.

A cough burst out of him as droplets spilled down his chin. I glanced at Kyle. The dangerous glint in his blue eyes, that smug little smile he was trying so hard not to let loose.

“Last night was intense,” I added with a soft sigh. “You really think my boyfriend would leave me in the middle of that for some stupid street fight?” My gaze shifted to Officer Evans.

Kyle lowered his head slightly then, rubbing his thumb against his lip like he didn't expect me to say all of that.

“Snake’s lying, officer.”

“Still, if you want, I can show you the marks… Or you can check Kyle's body. He has a total of seven moles on his front.”

Silence swallowed the room. Luckily for us, there was no CCTV footage.

Officer Evans cleared his throat awkwardly, his face turning red as he avoided looking at either of us directly.

“Okay,” he muttered quickly while shuffling the papers together. “I… understand.”

The second he looked down again, Kyle’s knee brushed lightly against mine beneath the desk. And when I glanced sideways at him, his striking blue eyes met mine with wicked amusement glowing behind them. Like he was enjoying this far more than he should have.

Coming out of the station, the moonlight was glistering, as I leaned against his bike. “Since when did you learn to lie so smoothly?” He stepped into my personal space, his arms blocking me between them.

“We're even now, Kyle.”

His gaze dropped to my lips before slowly climbing back to my eyes again.

“Right,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curling upward. “We’re even now. But I never expected you to count my moles.”

Heat rushed instantly into my cheeks.

God.

I looked away, embarrassed. “Well, I used to be a programmer. I tend to count things. You’re not exactly an exception.”

Kyle’s smirk deepened. “Don’t tell me you counted your boyfriend’s moles too.”

The warmth drained from my face so fast that it physically hit.

Wyatt.

His name slammed into my thoughts without warning, dragging memories behind it like shattered glass. My chest tightened instantly as my mind spiraled somewhere far away from the police station… far away from Kyle.

I didn’t even realize I’d gone quiet until strong fingers suddenly tilted my chin upward.

Those piercing blue eyes searched mine, the teasing gone, replaced by something deeper that made my heartbeat ache instead of race.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Is this about the boyfriend I mentioned?”