26. Ants in Skirts

***Emara Stone***

I walk back and forth on the broken pathway as I wait for Ryan to appear. My heartbeats have reached troposphere wondering what he is going to do to me, is he going to punch me or strip me? I can't keep calm, my hands are shivering and so does my kidneys at this point.
It's been fifteen minutes since I am waiting for Ryan to show up with my book, but it seems like he either forgot or deliberately stood me up like I did the other day. Or did I get here late and he left thinkin-
*Vroom*
My head swings back at 100 km/hr speed as I hear the sound of an engine reviving up.
*The devil is here!*
It is said there are three things your brain cannot resist noticing- food, attractive person, and danger. And right now my brain finds all these three things coming right at me at a fast speed.
My mouth opens up in shock as I see Ryan riding on a red and black color bike looking edible, hot, and vicious all at the same time.
His dark hair swings back in the air and so does his black shirt as he rides it like he stole it. The wind makes his stout chest on display that is striking from the first three undone buttons of his shirt.
My pussy shrieks in horror and an ugly scream escapes my mouth as the hot devil stops his bike only a few inches away from my left foot.
*Motherfactory asshole!*
My heart comes in my throat as I hyperventilate thinking about my tiny foot under the two hundred pound bike. Cruel! He is so cruel. My pulse hammers erratically as I take in the macho built of the bike that looks like a hefty killer wrestler.
Now that I recall, I have seen Shawn riding on it a few times on campus but the bike never looked so deadly and vicious like it does under Ryan.
I slowly look up, Ryan's eyes are narrowed and rigid as he emotionlessly stares at me. I gulp under his cold gaze and stutter, "Ha-hey-hi."
Blood drains from my body as he slowly twists his head pointing at the back of his seat. Please, someone tell me that was a minute jerk in his neck and not what I think.
But Ryan didn't bulge, he stood there with his poker face waiting for me to follow his silent command. I slowly walk towards the bike that has CBR written on its sides. I gulp down nervously as I see the height of the back seat, it looks one step closer to heaven. The heaven you attain after dying.
*I can't believe I am volunteering to get kidnapped.*
My hands shiver as they hold Ryan's Herculean biceps that are thick as my thighs, but toned. I think I won't forget about his arms for years.
The back seat of the bike is a little slanting towards the hell. My ass arches back and my chest leans down to the rider as I finally get seated on the devil's chariot.
Suddenly my nails dig inside his shoulder as without any warning he boosts the engine loudly like a snarl of a lion. I grip on his meaty arms as the bike starts to move on its wheels.
Ryan drives on the rough path in between the broken walls of the campus that ends up on a lonely street. My heart screams in terror as I notice the surroundings. The narrow street ends up on a one-way lonely road that has wide farmlands and smallholdings on its either side.
*Where is he taking me?*
I carefully keep my hand on his rear so that my chest doesn't feel his muscular back. My eyes take in his broad shoulders that I want to run my fingers on and feel its strength.
*For my book! BOOK.*
My eyes slowly run down to his hips where the shirt is swinging in the air and showing a glimpse of his Emporio Armani's black underwear. Ryan's squishy.
I couldn't stop thinking about him looking all boiling hot in just his Emporio Armani briefs. My mind is going to places that it shouldn't even be allowed to gawk at. But it is too late as my sexy brain couldn't stop showing me images of Him and I riding this bike fully naked.
FUCK! Get out of my head. Get out! Fast! Think of something else...
*Pink elephants*
*Crocodiles making out*
*Ants in skirts*
*Ryan's hot buns.*
*Fuck!*
I slap my head as I tell the mind whore to stabilize and get into the present. I look back and forth and notice there are hardly one or two vehicles on the road where we are heading.
Ryan mindlessly rides on the isolated road enjoying the wind and weather. Numerous trees and farms pass by but he continues to drive like a blind, careless driver.
"Wher-re are we going?" I anxiously ask him but Ryan rides soothingly as if he is deaf and no one is sitting behind. And on top of that, his silence is quivering inside me like acidity. I can't digest anything.
The panic dances in me like disco as my mind continues to spot places where a dead body can be thrown. Suddenly we get on a way that is raw and roughly build by sand and gravel. I look back and see no vehicles or humans on the way, completely isolated from the human world.
The path narrows down to the secluded area that is surrounded by enormous trees from sides, making it look like a hidden, concealed place. *Is this where I die?*
My heart paddles wildly in my chest. The thumping sound mixes with the wild wind flowing through my ears and the sound of the engine of the bike. Other than that, nothing else can be heard on this friendless remote way.
If he kills me here, it will take around a week for the police to find my body.
I draw a deep breath as I feel the speed of the bike getting slow. My blood gets drain from my body as Ryan stops the bike at the end of the path that looks like a perfect murder spot.
*Gnk*