Her Mischievous Prince (Book 3)

Six

Riley

“We’re riding that to town?” I asked Jaxon a bit terrified with the idea. If I even was smiling, I'm sure it looked something similar to how Wednesday Addams did it when someone asked her to. He handed me a helmet and threw his leg over the beast of a bike before offering me his hand. “Swing your leg over and make sure to keep your feet planted on these the entire time,” he pointed and all I could do was blink at him with my mouth agape. “What?” he smirked. Was he for real? He’s asking me that question when he clearly sees that I’m wearing a sundress that’s sitting two and a half inches above my knee and a pair of flats. Also, the size of what I’m assuming is a passenger’s seat is so tiny and close to where he’s sitting that there’ll be no space between my front and his back. Lastly, I’ve seen hundreds of people riding motorcycles, but I’ve never been on one because I know for a fact that cars are way safer. “Umm... I think what I’m wearing is inappropriate for that. Should I go change or maybe look for a car instead?” I politely asked, putting on a brave face then his smile grew wider showing me his perfectly lined pearly white teeth. “Hate to break it to you, Riles, but there’s no way in hell I’m using my dad’s car. As for your clothes...” he said getting off of his motorcycle and removing his leather jacket in the process “It’ll be fine, just wear this and watch the pipes.” He then draped his jacket around my shoulders before mounting his motorcycle once more.

I was confused about two things, first, he called me Riles like we’ve known each other for years, and second, the gentlemanly gesture of giving me his jacket again, like we’ve known each other for years. I’ve heard and read about this, about how each member of his band is always courteous and nice when they’re out and about, but I never thought that he’d actually act nice when no one is looking. I know I’m being judgemental in a way, but the world is a cruel place. Not everything you hear or say is the ultimate truth and that there will always be good and bad people around. Right now, I’m still figuring out if Jaxon Prince is only showing me what he wants me to believe or if this is his real deal. “Where did you go? I think I lost you there for a second,” he teased when I didn’t move a muscle at his outstretched hand. “Are you positive that it’s going to be fine?” I sighed. “Yup! I promise I won’t speed up and do stunts just to scare you. I’m not an asshole. Well, I am in some ways, but I won’t be about this. What do you say, Riles?” he said still grinning.

I sighed and hesitantly held on to his offered hand so that I could swing my leg over, careful not to accidentally flash my panties. Once seated, we both wore our helmets and my heart immediately jumped out of my chest when the engine of his motorcycle roared in such a way that’s both sleek and aggressive if that’s even a possibility. “Ready?” he loudly asked between the purr of the engine and his helmet-covered face. “Yeah!” I nervously shouted not knowing what to do and where to grab onto. I’m not stupid, I’ve seen what passengers of these things are supposed to do, but I’ve only known him this morning, so it would be mighty awkward to suddenly have this kind of physical contact. I’m pretty sure that if I lean forward or he leans back, even for just an inch, my boobs are definitely going to graze his wide muscular back. Well, that and the thought that this is Jaxon f*****g Prince! I’m sure most women would kill to be sitting where I’m sitting, but god, this is just too much for a first-day meeting. Also, he just makes me nervous period.

He turned to look at me then shook his head, “You do realize you’re going to fall off if you don’t hold on to me right?” I bobbed my head up and down in understanding before holding on to the sides of his shirt in a super careful way which made him shake his head again. “What? You said hold on.” He took a deep breath then grabbed my hands, pulled me forward, and secured my arms around his midsection with my palms touching his rock-hard abs. “I meant to hold on like this.” My heart flip-flopped and I almost wasn’t able to stop myself from groaning because he freaking smells so nice and touching him like this, even though I shouldn’t entertain any of these thoughts, terrifyingly feels nice too.

Okay... It’s fine... I’m fine... I’m hoping that he doesn’t notice how tense I am right now and how my boobs are literally pressed onto his back. I wanted to keep telling myself that he probably doesn’t feel them, but that’s like wishing for rain in the middle of a severe drought because I’m kind of gifted in that department. I think that at some point in my development stages, the heavens suddenly decided to keep adding more layers of fat to my breasts instead of making me taller. They’re not massive, but they’re there and simply obvious. But, whatever, he seems unaffected anyway. Why would he be? He’s probably used to this kind of physical contact.

He carefully eased out of the driveway and stopped to look from left to right before revving up shooting us forward quickly to wherever we’re heading and I almost shrieked once we were on the open road. Not because he was gunning the engine of his motorcycle like a maniac, but because even though I was scared to death, it felt exhilarating. I mean, I’ve always thought that the constant wind would be rather annoying while riding this thing or that it would be very uncomfortable, and I hate to admit this, but it’s kinda amazing and I'm kinda liking it. It’s like, you become part of the scenery and the beauty around you with no windows or roof to block your view. It's as if, you're completely free. “You alright back there?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the road. "Oddly, yes!" I giggled and I felt him chuckle. We continued on and fell into a comfortable silence until we've reached our destination.

He cut off the engine while I was coming up with a plan on how to get off of this thing without embarrassing myself or falling flat on my face. And before I could do or attempt anything else, his right hand suddenly slid under my left knee, down to my calf, and then he quickly, but steadily spun me around and I simply gasped in surprise. The next thing I knew, both my legs were on the same side and all I had to do was to stand up. "Tada!" Jaxon exclaimed with a hint of mischief. I was still in a state of mild shock, so instead of saying anything, I simply cleared my throat and slowly stood up making sure that when I do neither the motorcycle nor I fall over. "First order of business, food!" He excitedly exclaimed clapping his hands together before making a beeline for the old diner across the street with me following in his wake.

Jaxon Prince is a complete enigma to me. He seems super at ease, but I don't know. Somehow I'm not completely sold. It seems that he has several other sides to him hidden somewhere and I can't help but want to know every single one of them. I shouldn't, but I'm gonna anyway.