A long time since he’d felt the wind rushing around him, the connection to the pavement, the endless possibilities of everywhere the road could take him. He felt a lot like this when he was in the air. He loved flying the Black Hawks, but there was something more intimate about being on a bike, having all of that power between his legs. Sean especially liked being on the back of the bike, with his arms wrapped around Kentucky’s waist, feeling her powerful body holding up the bike, guiding it down the spinning ribbon of highway. Feeling her ass pressed up against him. He liked the freedom he felt with her driving, too. He could race with the wind and he didn’t have to be in control. He wasn’t the one whose hand was the guiding force of life and death. Although it was a little terrifying, too. He was so used to having all of that responsibility resting on his shoulders.
