Authors: Hazel St. James
Tags: #Romance, #Erotica, #BDSM, #Bondage, #Sex, #Rough
Let Me Fly
Book One of the Learning to Let Go Series
By Hazel St James
Copyright Hazel St James 2012
Kindle Edition
Cover Photo Alersandr Hunta /Shutterstock
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events of locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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To the light of my life, I know that you always have my back. Even when I get bratty, you seem to know how to keep me from self-destructing.
To my beautiful children, Bunny and Bubby. Thank you for being good kids and for being the best PA’s anyone could ever ask for.
To my favorite captain and his wife. Your support is beyond words. I treasure you both.
To Riane Holt and Rosie Moewe, thank you for taking time out of your lives to work with me. I am so glad to have such wonderful online friends that will support a newbie. You gave me direction and guidance that made my story stronger.
To Tanya Keetch, The Word Maid. You are so talented. Thanks for keeping my story readable.
To those that wished to remain unnamed. You didn’t turn away from me. You gave me hope that I could successfully live in both of my worlds. You know who you are. ’Nuff Said.
To my girls J and R, thank you for bringing me back to life. Friends Forever.
“O
h hell…” Bryn Lonneman lay twisted on a dusty back road in the middle of Wisconsin. Next to her, a dented motorcycle lay on its side, back wheel spinning. Her blonde hair had come loose from its messy ponytail, sprawling across her face with some loose strands even stuck in her mouth. Moving her jaw back and forth, Bryn could feel gravel crunching in between her teeth. Wiggling her toes in her boots, and then her arms and fingers, she gave silent thanks that her body was responding.
“Bryn, Bryn, oh God, are you ok?” Dumping his bike as he flew up beside her, Bryn’s best friend Corey was quickly kneeling next to her in the dirt. “Don’t move, baby girl. Where does it hurt?”
“I’m not hurt,” tears framing her face, “at least not that bad.” Bryn was desperately trying to hold in the sobs that were clawing at her chest.
“Then why are you crying?” Corey started patting her down, checking all of her limbs to see where the offense was, stopping when he reached her legs. “Oh hell, that’s gonna leave a mark.”
Bryn lifted her head enough to follow his stare. The right leg of her jeans was ripped and her calf was covered in angry road rash. “Oww,” was all she could mutter, carefully laying her head back down. Waves of pain hit her as the world started to tip on its axis, leaving her feeling dizzy. Realizing that she was seriously hurt, panic engulfed her. It was going to be hell to get Corey to let her drive by herself again, not that the practice was helping. She was no closer to her goal of solo riding a bike than she was three months prior.
“Why don’t you just stay horizontal while I try and see where else you are damaged?” Patting her down again, she winced when he got to her left cheek. “I think you may have hit your head on the way down, Bryn. You have a shiner starting under your eye.”
Corey was slowly stroking the flesh under her eye with his thumb. To some people, the gesture could have been sensual, but Bryn knew better. Corey had been her best friend since she was five, and she knew since they were in high school that he was gay, although not very open about it.
“Damn it! How am I going to hide a black eye? I’m gonna be dead for sure!” Bryn grimaced again from the exertion.
“Don’t worry about your mother right now, Bryn. Let’s get you fixed up before you start obsessing.”
“I am not obsessing, damn it! You know as well as I do that once she finds out about my dream of riding a motorcycle to Sturgis with the guys, she is going to do everything in her power to strangle it until it withers and dies. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be out here hiding on this back road trying to learn how to ride your old death machine!”
Bryn had started working at Double M Harleys in Amulet four months ago, starting as a part-time receptionist and now was there full-time balancing the books, answering phones, selling bikes, anything they needed. Apartments weren’t cheap, so Bryn was still living at home on the farm. She had lied to her mother that she hated motorcycles, and worked there because it was the only job she could get.
Bryn tried to sit up, but the world started spinning the wrong way again. “Just lay back down and I will call the cavalry to come get us and take you to the emergency room. I think you may have a concussion.” Corey pulled out his cell phone, pacing up and down the dirt road and barking instructions into the phone. He may not be Cro-Magnon per say, but he was still as dominant as any heterosexual Alpha male.
“Just get the truck and trailer and get your ass down here. I need to get her to the hospital.” Corey kicked at the dirt under him as he snapped his phone shut. “Damn it girl, my brother is fucking pissed. He’s gonna chew your ass.”
Corey was right; his older brother, Darrin was seriously overprotective of both Bryn and her sister Sara. He was adamant about keeping the little neighbor Lonneman girls out of trouble, especially after their dad passed away. Darrin acted like the girls’ parole officer, rather than the young, handsome local handyman, auto mechanic, welder, electrician, etc.
“Oh goody. That will make my head feel so much better.” Bryn tried to laugh, but she had to fight the nausea rising up in her stomach. “My head hurts so much I think I might lose my lunch.”
“No, don’t you dare! You know that I will hurl if I hear you even as much as gag! Just lay still and keep your eyes closed. Darrin will be here in a few minutes.” Corey’s callused hands were gently stroking her right side and Bryn could hear him exhale a few expletives. “I really fucked up this time. I should have kept you on the black top roads. I thought you were doing well enough that we could move on to different terrain.”
“It’s not your fault, Corey. If you hadn’t brought me here, I would have tried it on my own. I think that there will be more than just blacktop roads on the way to the Dakotas. What if there are detours or road construction?”
“Why can’t you just ride on the back of my hog again?” Corey cringed as he waited for her reply.
“You know why damn it! I need to be able to do this myself! I need to be able to control the ride, otherwise I panic.” It was the same old argument, only this time Corey had some new ammunition to throw at Bryn.
“I realize that baby, but you are going to get yourself killed. That old Kawasaki bike of mine doesn’t have half the power of the rides that you have been drooling over in those magazines in the shop. We have been practicing for months, and this was bound to happen. If you would just…”
Bryn shot up from the dirt road, holding her head the entire time, jabbing her finger into Corey’s chest. “God damn it Corey, we have been practicing for three months and this is the first time I have been hurt. We still have two more months to go. If you don’t shut your damn mouth and help me, then I will find some other meathead that will. I want to do this for me, not to be someone’s bitch on the back of a bike; you know what this ride means to me.”
Corey’s hands began rhythmically rubbing up and down Bryn’s arms as he tried to pacify her. “Ok hothead, I know. I know. But I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t try one more time to talk some sense into you. When I came up and saw you sprawled out on the road, I thought the worst. But I do know what this ride means to you.”
Corey placed a gentle kiss under Bryn’s eye, trying to hold her to his chest. “But I am taking you to the emergency room in Amulet. Hitting your head is nothing to screw with.”
“Ok,” Bryn leaned on Corey as two vehicles creating a thick cloud of dust to the north approached. She held her head in her hands, trying desperately to remain vertical.
“Why the fuck did Darrin bring your sister?” Corey ground out as the massive truck, trailer and a small car came into view.
Bryn’s younger sister, Sara, had been spending a lot of time at Darrin’s shop lately. Bryn suspected that her usually shy sister was too scared to ask Darrin out for dinner, or a movie, or anything. Sara would make excuses to go over to his house, usually making useless trips to the house. It seemed like she would do anything to spend time with him.
“God damn it, Bryn!” Darrin seethed as he jumped out of the truck. “I don’t see your helmet anywhere and there is a very clear indication on your face that you weren’t wearing it when you dumped the bike. Do you have a death wish?”
“Glad to see you too, Darrin. Now stop yelling, my head hurts.” Bryn put her hand over her eyes to block out the sun.
Darrin was Corey’s older brother, carbon copies of each other in some ways — both were tall, fit and incredibly handsome. Then they were exact opposites in other ways — Darrin had thick blonde hair, buzzed short, except for the faintest faux hawk – it was the only concession he had made in his appearance since leaving the Marines. Corey had the same thick, blonde hair, but he left his long on top, with the sides of his head shaved. Darrin was not very much into appearances, making him even more attractive to half the women in the town. Corey did everything in his powers to keep himself well groomed, sporting the latest fashion trends. Night and day would be a great way to describe them.
Bryn’s sister brought everyone’s attention to her as she made her way over to the three of them, half-screaming at her sister when she saw her injuries. “Are you ok? Do I need to call an ambulance? Should I call Mom?”
Sara and Bryn had a few similar facial features, but they were almost the opposite in most other features. Bryn had blonde hair, Sara brown. Bryn had a tall frame, but was curvy in all the right places, including a full chest. Sara had a slender frame, a few muscles, but very little curves, including a smaller chest. The two girls were inseparable when younger, but as they entered high school, jealousy prevented them from staying close.
“No Sara, you don’t need to call Mom. I am fine. Corey is going to take me to the hospital right now to make sure I am ok, and don’t you dare tell Mom. I have enough to deal with right now without her coming down on me like a herd of elephants.”
Sara tightly crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes as she answered, “You would deserve it too, you know. I about passed out when Darrin said that he needed to come rescue my levelheaded sister. I thought your car ran out of gas or something. I never would have dreamed that you would be learning to ride a motorcycle and broke your leg!”
“I didn’t break my leg, it is just scratched. Why were you with Darrin anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at the farm helping Mom with the farm, since you don’t have a job yet?” Bryn knew that the jab would shut Sara up quickly.
“I had stopped to drop off the yard trimmer that had broken yesterday at Darrin’s shop and I stayed to make him lunch. He was going to eat one of those god-awful sandwiches you buy out of a vending machine. I couldn’t let him do that,” Sara said with apprehension as she glanced at Darrin. “Anyway, my excuse for not being at the farm right now is a helluva a lot better than you out here in the boonies, riding a stupid motorcycle.” Sara pointed her index finger at her like it was a deadly weapon. “Mom would have a heart attack if she knew what you were out here doing.”