Free Satin and Steel by Jayna Vixen

herself into his back. Rhee swallowed hard. I can do this. I have to.
    Dax’s bike took off with a rumble that elicited a shriek from his passenger. Rhee had placed her arms at his waist loosely as though she were afraid to touch him, but once they were moving he felt them tighten around him as her chest contracted. She was a tiny little thing, Dax mused; such a little girl on such a big bike. As they picked up speed, she turned her cheek and pressed it into his leather vest. After a few moments, he was pleased to hear a giggle, followed by a peal of laughter. He stepped on it, hearing her squeal, feeling her arms go even tighter as she molded her body into his. Let’s go for a ride, little girl.
    Rhee was having the time of her life. She hadn’t expected the ride to be so exhilarating. She laughed out loud, pressing closer to Dax unconsciously. It was a shock to feel the bike humming between her thighs. She became acutely aware of how it felt to have the hot steel vibrating into her tender parts, and of the position she was in: her knees wide and her pelvis jutting into Dax’s hard body.
    By the time they reached his place, Rhee’s eyes were sparkling. Dax grinned at her as he parked and offered her his hand. She took it without hesitation, and without warning, she squeezed his large fingers into her small palm. He squeezed back, taking pleasure in her girlish delight. It had been a while since he’d had a rookie on his bike.
    “That was amazing!”
    “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were born to ride, Rhiannon.”
    She flushed with pleasure at his compliment.
    “When did you start riding?”
    Dax’s eyes took on a faraway glint. “Too young. Much too young.” He shook his head as though he was recalling something unpleasant as he walked into the house.
    Although Rhee tried to deny that she was tired, Dax could see the fatigue lining her face. He flipped on the television and cracked open a couple of beers. Rhee perched beside him stiffly at first, but then she relaxed into the crocheted blanket. At some point, he looked down and found his little stowaway fast asleep, her warm body pressing into his shoulder. Must be getting to trust me, then. Dax found that he was loath to get up. In fact, part of him wanted to explore the girl who was currently curled up innocently against him. Instead, he settled Rhee onto the couch and went to call Trish; nothing like a little phone sex to relieve some of his tension.

Chapter Seven
    Over a week had passed and Rhee was getting impatient. Not to say that nothing had occurred, however. The police had completed their investigation, and Rhee’s roommates had been notified about the burglary. She had told them she was visiting family, and because she wasn’t too close to the other girls, they didn’t question her. Kate and Lisa had found another apartment across campus and Rhee was left hanging, but Dax assured her he would “work everything out.”
    He seemed to be true to his word. In just a few days time, her driver’s license had been replaced, and Wince had secured her a new email address and a secure bank account. The savings account was icing on the cake. There was nothing in it; she had been cleaned out but there hadn’t been anything much in her student account to begin with. At least Rhee had a place to rest and recover, clothes to wear, and food to eat, and for that she was grateful.
    Dax even offered her a little sedan to drive, but with her shoulder still nagging her, she was uncomfortable driving just yet. That was good, because if she had been mobile, Rhee definitely would have defied her tall, blond host. She would have been back in action, littering the town with flyers and searching for Mickey. As the days became a week, Rhee was growing more and more agitated.
    Dammit, Mickey. Where are you?
    She was now familiar with the main crew since she had become a regular visitor to The Phantoms ’ clubhouse. For the first time in a long time, Rhee was