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motorcycles, intimidated by the sound as the vibrations merged around her. She placed her hands palm down on her bruised thighs. She had not been on a motorcycle for years and debated holding on to the sides of Blazes dark leather jacket. Blaze was right about needing one. The air was much colder from the back of the moving bike than it had been sitting still. As Angelina tried to force herself to relax on the passenger seat of the robust motorcycle, Blaze suddenly pressed firmly on the brakes. She jerked forward. Her chest pressed into the man’s backside. Not only did the motion startle Angelina, but it also sent sharp twinges down her aching body. Her ribs seemed to shriek. She instinctively reached for her breasts. Blaze watched as she did so, eyeing her voluptuous body. He had gotten the response he was after. His cold smirk was the deciding factor - she would not place her hands on him if she could help it.
    The dark sunglasses Blaze wore enhanced his strong jawline. His stern, confident expression worried Angelina while intriguing her at the same time. She could tell that it was an earned confidence, not a showy one. The virile biker rode with no particular emotion pressed across his face. Unable to help herself, Angelina curiously watched his reflection in the mirror. Worried by the cold stare he held, Angelina wondered if she should have taken her chances with the other biker; the one they called Spike. Either way she was probably on the losing end of the deal.
    Several bikes had pulled out of the parking lot before Blaze pulled his Harley onto the highway. Another group of motorcycles flew pass them as they continued on their way. Angelina wondered where they had all come from. There did not seem to be that many people in the bar. Woman rode bitch on the back seat of a few of the bikes, but most of the men drove alone. She watched as the other women passed, wondering if she looked as lost and sleazy as they did. They stared back at her, seemingly amused by her battered appearance. Angelina recognized one woman from the bar. The table dancer looked different in her fringed white leather jacket. The blank stare was the same. Each of the bikers eyed her as he drove pass, making it clear to Angelina that strangers were not welcome. If the intent was to scare her, it worked. Blaze stared straight ahead as he rode, never acknowledging anyone. A final biker drove up next to them and kept the same pace as Blaze. The men drove next to each other, side by side, matching each other’s speed for a couple of miles. Their chrome foot pegs were no more than a few inches apart. Angelina’s heartbeat increased as she tensed. She tried to keep from tormenting about how easily the two bikes could collide, to no avail. The dull red and white motorcycle seemed to drown out the growl of Blaze’s bike, rumbling as the driver revved the engine. The chrome handlebars were taller and set farther apart than what Blazes were, causing the bikers leathered hands to rest at about the same height as his eyes. Although a number of the other bikes had the full handlebars, his seemed more exaggerated than the rest. Angelina stared, wondering if the man was comfortable riding in such an unnatural position. It was an odd thought, considering her predicament.
    Blaze nodded at the older biker and held his pace. They continued to ride bike to bike for a while, each of them staring straight ahead, before the other biker pulled in front of Blaze, taking his place in line. The group rode together with the lead bike on the far left of the lane, and the next bike on the far right. The remainder of the bikers followed in line in the same fashion, looking as if they had done it a thousand times before. They drove this way until they came to a quiet town surrounded by desert landscaping. While slowly passing thru the town, Blaze pulled beside the older man riding in front of him. Again, they rode bike to bike. Blaze spoke over the low sound of the rough