“Thanks, honey.”
“You’re up early.”
“Well, I’m officially twenty-one and I have nowhere to go,” I complained. “I was bored. You’re not there and I have no one to play with today, so I figured I’d start with coffee.”
He gave me a one-armed squeeze. “You wanna work on the bike instead?”
“Um, hell, yes.” I glanced up at him. “But don’t you have to work in the shop?”
Cash shook his head. “Maisie hired someone. She’s doin’ well, so I’m relieved of duty. We can wrench on the bike if you like.”
“Oh my god, that’s awesome. I can count it toward class credit if your dad signs off on it.”
“Let’s go ask him.”
“Let me grab coffee first,” I begged.
He chuckled. “Okay, baby.”
Once I’d procured the sweet nectar of the caffeine gods, I followed him down the hall to his dad’s office and got the enthusiastic okay to work on the bike. Booker gave Cash the forms he needed to fill out, noting the specific boxes he needed to check off once I’d completed each task independently, so Booker could sign off.
“Thanks, Booker,” I said, who also wished me a happy birthday.
“No problem, sweetheart,” he said, and we made our way to where the bike was being housed.
Cash flipped the lights to the auto bay on, then we went about working on the bike. “Ready?”
I grinned. “So ready.”
As we worked together in tandem on a project we both loved, I relished in the time and patience my man showed me as he imparted his wisdom.
“Wait. Explain to me again why we don’t route this wire with the others?”
“Because it draws too much power and will melt the wiring harness. Basically, the bike blows up,” he said. “Maybe not boom blow up, but fry the engine, blow up.”
“Oh, gotcha. That would be bad.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that would be bad.”
I looped my arms around his neck. “How about we take a little fuck break?”
“How about we get all the boxes checked and then we can take a long fuck break.”
“Or, you can checkmybox?”
Cash laughed. “I will do just that, as soon as you finish your chores.”
I wrinkled my nose as sighed.“Fine.”
“You’ve got two left,” he said. “Let’s get those knocked out, then I’ll knockyouout.”
As promised, as soon as I had a grasp on the final two tasks (this took another half an hour because they were difficult), Cash checked the boxes with dramatic flair before locking the doors to the auto bay and divesting me of my clothes.
Fucking the love of your life in any situation was hot but straddling him on the back of a vintage bike was phe-nom-enal!
When the sun began to set outside the transom windows, Cash insisted we head back to the clubhouse, saying something about being starving.
“Before we go back, I have something for you,” he said, grabbing a small gift bag from behind the large toolbox against the wall.
