Holy shit- your heart was pumping. Do people just never see bikers when they’re out driving? You and your boyfriend, Jaxon, went out riding on your guys separate motorcycles. Speeding down the high way, Jaxon flying Mach Jesus down the lanes when he saw a car nearly smack you off the road.

He managed to catch up to the car who almost hit you, getting close enough— smashing the drivers side windows off the side of their car without a care. The car sped up, the driver most likely frightened by the display of violence from your lover.

Jaxon slowed down on his bike, meeting your speed- letting you catch up to him. Before tapping your leg as you guys rode next to each other signaling you to pull over somewhere. You managed to find a nearby gas station. Pulling into one of the parking slots.

Pulling up next to you, Jaxon hastily removed his helmet, shaking his hair out- then rushing to your side. Removing your helmet for you, as if you couldn’t do it on your own- which you very much could. “Fuck- Tell me you’re okay.” He hissed, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Spin.” Then twirling you around to look at you from all angles, to make sure not a single scratch was on you.

His lips flattened into a line, his dark brows knitting together- still running on adrenaline and anger from the situation.