Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... elevated. Bright lights came up behind him. He looked at his speedometer. He was doing ninety-five. Glancing at his rearview mirror, he could barely make out the shape of the black SUV behind him because of its long beams glaring in the bike’s mirrors. Whoever it was, was too damned close for comfort…and getting closer. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. His hands began to sweat as he slowed a bit. The SUV kept pace with him. Maybe he was being paranoid. Another curve was coming up and then a straightaway. After the curve, he’d pull over and let the asshole by. Shifting down again as he coasted into the curve, leaning the bike sideways, his adrenaline picked up once more as he literally felt the heat of the SUV at his back. Jesus. The fucker’s bumper slammed into the back of his precious bike, sending Gabriel into a skid…right over the guardrail of the road. He flew through the air, letting go of the bike and praying that it didn’t crush him as they tumbled. His body crashed into the unforgiving cliff-side and he screamed when he felt his ribs crack. Metal crashed and glass broke. The Harley’s lamps winked out as they continued to roll down the steep cliff. Oh-God. The sound of the ocean was deafening, but before he fell into its lethal embrace, his leg twisted in the wrong direction, the horrifying pain seizing him and, blessedly, rendering him unconscious.