“We’ll miss the movie, sugar.”
She shrugged. “There’ll be other movies. Please.”
My knees damn near buckled at the sight and sound of her pleading. I was a strong man. Fuck that, I felt damn near indestructible most days, having survived countless close calls, but a short plea from her and the mere idea of denying her whatever she wanted was unfathomable.
I withdrew my hand from her waist and reached to the nearby shelf, pulling one of my extra helmets from it.
She frowned. “It’ll mess up my hair.”
“No helmet. No ride.” Turns out there were some things I could deny her. “Safety is paramount.”
“I bet you’ve ridden without a helmet.”
“I’m willing to risk my own life. Not yours. Put on the helmet, sugar.”
I was actually slightly saddened when her pout was covered up by the helmet. I pressed the button to open the garage door and pulled the bike out and around my Yukon. When that was done, I removed the helmet from Michelle’s head to give her a few pointers on how to hold onto me as we rode. Her excitement spilled over onto me and I silently asked God for his protection as we set out, knowing that I’d be too easily distracted by the pressing of her breasts to my back. I pulled her arms tightly around my waist, and looked over my shoulder.
“You ready?”
She nodded and I revved the engine a little before pulling off. I laughed when Michelle gave a little yell of excitement. Instead of going out the main entrance of the community, I circled around and took the back street, that led to a long, windy, mostly secluded road. We rode on that road for close to forty-five minutes, speeding up to fifty miles per hour. I often went much faster on my bike, but I wasn’t willing to take that chance with my woman on the back. When I finally stopped, we’d reached an overlook that peered down onto Williamsport.
“When can I have a turn at driving?” Michelle questioned once she ripped her helmet off, and swung her hair away from her face a little. We were sitting face-to-face on my bike with the engine off.
I pulled her face to me, kissing her lips because I needed to.
“Never,” I answered once I pulled back. “Frown all you want.”
She giggled. “That was fun.”
“First time on a motorcycle?”
She nodded. “But not my last.”
“Only if it’s my bike.”
“I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”
My damn chest tightened.
“Do you come out here a lot?” She looked around, taking note of the lake that wasn’t too far from where we parked.
“Sometimes.”
“It’s beautiful here. Close enough to the city, but still quiet.”
“It’s why Josh decided to start a development here.”
“Josh is the brother right after you, right?”
I nodded.
“And Tyler is the youngest.”
My eyes narrowed at the mention of my youngest, dipshit brother.
“You complain about them but it’s obvious how much you love them.”
I turned my eyes back on Michelle who was observing me.
