“How?” she demands.
“She could’ve walked in while you were giving me the blowjob.”
The color drains from Hope’s face, but then her shoulders start shaking, and laughter erupts from her mouth. “Y-y-you’re right. That would’ve been worse.”
“You want to go for a ride?”
She blinks. “Like… in a car?”
“Do you trust me?”
Hope nods without hesitation.
I grin. “On my bike.”
Her eyes widen. “I’ve never been on one.”
“I’ll take it slow.”
After a beat, she nods. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s do it.”
We rush to get cleaned up, and I tell Hope to put on a pair of jeans and boots if she has them. She steps out of the bedroom in form-fitting jeans that hug her curves in all the right spots. Her hair is pulled back into a braid. I want to wrap it around my hand and bring her to submission.
Ride first.
Shaking my head of the dirty thoughts it's conjuring, I take her hand and lead her out the door. Outside, the mid-morningsun glints off the chrome. I hand her a helmet and help her fasten it.
“Put your arms around my waist after you get on,” I tell her once I swing a leg over the seat. “Hold on tight and lean when I lean.” I point to the tailpipe. “Whatever you do, do not touch that. Keep your feet on the pegs.”
Hope nods and climbs on behind me, tentative at first, then her arms slide around my waist. Her cheek presses against my back.
“You ready?” I ask.
“No,” she says. “But go anyway.”
I laugh and ease the bike onto the street. Hope’s stiff for the first few minutes, but the moment we hit an open stretch of road, she relaxes and melts into me. We ride for about an hour before I turn around to head back to town.
By the time we return to her place, she’s smiling so wide it almost knocks the air out of me.
“That was amazing,” she breathes as she climbs off, helmet hair and all. “I’d definitely do that again.”
“Good.” I take the helmet from her hands. “I loved having you behind me.”
She bites her lip, suddenly shy. “Do you… want to stay? For a while?”
I step closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Yeah, baby, I do. You’re mine, remember?”
Hope closes the small gap between us and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me toward her. “I remember,” she says breathlessly.
I slam my mouth down on hers. She tugs me closer, parting her lips enough to let my tongue taste her. My hands roam down her back and grip her ass firmly.
When we finally break apart, she chuckles. “Guess we'd better head inside. Don’t want to give the neighbors a show like we gave Amy earlier.”
I growl. “No one gets to see you like that except me.”
“And Amy,” she teases.
I rub my hand over my face. “Remind me to change your locks,” I say without any heat behind my words.
