“Wait, what is this? This wasn’t here before,” Gears says, lifting the piece of paper.
He starts to scan the paper, and his eyes go wide. That’s when I realize what it is. I stand and try to grab for the paper, but Gears is faster and moves it out of my reach.
“A diner? He asked you to go to a diner?” he asks.
I shyly nod and look away. I don’t want him to make a big deal out of it.
“This is great!” Gears yells.
I look at him in surprise. Why is it great? I tilt my head and give him a confused look.
“Bear has never really given any girl attention. He has always been busy with the club and keeping things in order,” he grins. “About time he took an interest in a girl.”
Why would it be great for him to take an interest in a girl? Bear’s dedication toward the club, and lack of interest toward women are great qualities of a hard worker than you would to find in someone.
“You still look confused. We have been trying to encourage him to settle down for a while. He won’t even touch a woman. I don’t know how he does it, but he does.” Gears scoffs, grabbing some tools.
I shrug, not knowing what else to do. Working on cars has always calmed me down some; my brain just goes on autopilot, and it lets me mentally relax, so I pick up my tools and get to it.
I take my gloves off and start replacing the tires. A lady came in with two flats and needed them changed. She asked if we could just replace all of them.
With the car already off the ground, I loosen the lug nuts and remove them. I pull the tire off, dropping it on the ground and rolling it to the other side of the room, where I set it against the wall. I pick one of the new tires I had gotten out this morning and roll it over to the car.
After squatting and picking up the tire, I align it and place it on the car. I sit down, catching my breath while slowly putting the lug nuts back on. I hand-tighten the lug nuts before I torque them, making sure they are tight.
For the next hour, I slowly change the other three tires. Gears tells me that this is the last thing I need to do before I am done for the day. I want to get it done quickly, but at the same time, I don’t want to exhaust myself too much.
“You ready to go? Gears told me that you were done,” Bear says as he walks into the shop, heading straight for me.
Picking up my gloves and quickly putting them on, I look over at Bear, only to see his back is facing me. I wonder whether Gears told him to do that.
When I walk over to Bear, I touch his back. He turns around and looks at my hands, then back at my face. He smiles and puts his hand out.
“Come on, let's get going.”
Hesitantly, I place my hand in his, and we start walking. I don’t know why we need to hold hands, but he did tell me to give him a chance, so that’s what I am going to do, even if it makes me nervous. I don’t want to give him a chance and have him proveme wrong because no matter what he does, I am always going to see the bad in men. It’s ingrained into my brain.
We make our way through the clubhouse and out the front door. While we walk toward his bike, all the bikers around stop what they are doing and stare. I start to fidget, the weight of their attention making me uncomfortable.
“Mind your own business!” Bear yells at the bikers.
I jump and step back at the volume of his voice. They all look away, but some of them sneak glances every once in a while.
“I’m going to get on, and then you’ll sit behind me. Have you ever ridden on a bike with someone?” he asks.
I shake my head. Excited as well as nervous, I realize that this will be my first time riding a bike. I have always wanted to ride on one, but I never had any friends. My ex-boyfriend also wouldn’t let me get close to anyone. He always tried to keep me locked in the house and make me dependent on him. The locks were on the outside of the doors, so I couldn’t escape. He made sure he was the only one with the keys, and I had to ask him to unlock them.
“You’ll put your feet on these pegs. You are going to hold on to my waist, and when I turn, you lean with me. Don’t lean the other way or we will crash,” he quickly tells me the basics.
I nod. He grabs a helmet and puts it on me before getting on the motorcycle. I hesitantly walk toward the bike and swing my leg over. My legs spread, and his hard body presses against my center.
I wrap my arms around his waist and almost pass out. Through his shirt and vest, I can feel his abs. I pull myself against him more and lean my head against his back.
He starts the engine, and the rumble starts immediately. It doesn’t help my suddenly eager libido and actually makes me more wet for him. I groan as he starts driving. I try my hardest not to move my hips as we go along. I don’t want us to crash, andI also don’t want him to know I’m turned on. These vibrations are shredding the last bit of my self-restraint right now.
It takes us no time to get to the diner. Once he turns off the bike, I hop off and remove the helmet. If I stayed one more second on that bike with him, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from grinding my hips against him.
“Did you hate the ride that much?” he asks, giving me a small smile.
