Ganged By Bikers

A straight-laced professor and a biker's girl prove opposites don't just attract, they light each other on fire.

Michael is in for the ride of his life when he discovers the wallflower he remembers tutoring and deflowering has blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

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Erik could see the mountains from where he sat in his car. The drive had been a particularly long one, but it was comforting.

He had always liked long drives; it gave him time to think.

He didn't enjoy where his mind was going as he drove towards the horizon. The sun was slowly setting and it reminded him of the night a few years ago with a beautiful young student who had someone managed to steal his heart completely.

And then vanish off the surface of earth as he knew it.

It had been a few years since the incident. He wondered why he was thinking about her now, of all places. He smoothed a hand over his hair and drew in a deep breath. The car spluttered and not for the first time that day, he considered stopping the car for a break. He glanced at the time on the dashboard. He was only a few hours away from his destination.

He had sat in the classroom for what felt like hours afterwards, thinking about what he'd done and why he felt so empty after doing it. It's just sex after all. It wasn't as if he hadn't had meaningless one-night-stands before.

It felt different with her somehow. He felt complete with her.

He wanted to push her to the back of his mind and pretend nothing had happened but he never had the chance. She wasn't there for him to pretend anything.

Her father had passed away unexpected and she was whisked away by a distant relative immediately after. There wasn't even a funeral.

She was just gone.

His car spluttered and gave up on him completely and he swore harshly. The cars behind him honked and overtook him.

He got up and opened the hood of the car, then continued swearing as he realized he had no idea what he was looking at.

Thankfully, he wasn't by the side of the road for long.

A pair of motorcyclists drove past and to his surprise, stopped. There was a man in a thick leather jacket and a woman following closely behind him. The woman hopped off first, walking past him to survey damage to the car. Smoke eased from the engines and she gave a short laugh.

“Looks busted,” she said, her voice sounding oddly familiar to him. “What a shame,” she said, running her fingers over the convertible. He couldn't help but stare.

The woman was looking at him oddly through the helmet, though he couldn't see her face beyond the thick, darkened glass. What he could see, he liked. Her leather outfit clung to her every curve. She was a little on the skinny side, but perfect in every way imaginable.