Fawnie’s still laughing. She gets going even harder. I’m half worried about her ability to see the road, and she clearly is too. She veers off down a turn into a subdivision I’ve never even been in before, finds a side street, and parks.
“There you go,” she gasps between peals of the most gorgeous laughter. She brushes tears from the corners of her eyes. She grasps the wheel with both hands and bursts into another fit of giggles. “Like what? Pumping piston? Helmet honey?” She turns to me, trying to be serious, but her face is flushed from laughing so hard and she can’t even halfway pretend to be in control of herself. “Sexy sprocket?” She laughs so hard she snorts.
Her face is adorably scrunched up and startlingly red. Tears trickle from the corners of her eyes. She can’t even keep them open she’s laughing so hard. She’s practically wheezing now. She has to wave her hand right by her face to try and get any oxygen in. She’s beautiful. Full stop. Even red and snorting.Especiallyred and snorting.
Without warning, she twists in her seat and throws her arms around me. She pretty much climbs over the middle console in her car, tugging my face to hers. She kisses me so hard that her red lipstick should be smeared all over, but when she pulls back, it’s still perfect.
I wouldn’t mind if it was all over my face. Just saying.
“If you start that, we’re not going to be able to go for a ride.” I promised her that I’d take her for her first bike ride tonight, now that no one will freak out about her being on the back of my bike if they spot us. “I’m going to take you straight inside, kiss you senseless, strip all your clothes off, and spend the entire night worshipping you.”
“Mmmm,” she sighs “Can’t you ride with a hard-on? It would be fun. Edging. Like the butt plug but not a butt plug.”
“That should be our matching tattoo right there.”
It pushes her over the edge. She laughs so hard that she can’t breathe again. “We should maybe go for something a little more subtle,” she wheezes when she’s able. “But I think going for a half hour ride wouldn’t kill us, even if you’re incredibly horny.”
“I promised your dad I wouldn’t ride recklessly. That would be a crazy distraction.”
“Would it? Me running my hands all over you while I’m supposed to be hanging on?”
“Stop.” The nerves and fear of getting a hardon in Preacher’s house have passed. Clearly. My cock is gonna tear out of my jeans if Fawnie keeps going with that.
“It wouldn’t be distracting at all if my hand trailed lower and cupped your hard cock. Maybe your balls too. Do you think I could reach them from that angle?”
“Fawnie.”
She gives me an innocent smile, all while she looks absolutely destroyed from all that laughter. Her abs are going to hurt tomorrow morning. “Shadow.” She grows a little more serious when she rests her thumb on my bottom lip and runs it slowly along, tracing the shape like she wants to memorize it. “I’d really like to go home and go to bed with you. Or wherever we’d like to start. The kitchen counter, the piano bench, the floor, the shower—those are all attractive options too. But I’d really, really love to see you. If you want to keep some clothes on, that’s okay, but I want to be face to face. I want to kiss you.I want to breathe the same air. I want to watch all that pleasure play over your face and let you see how good it is for me too.”
Fuck. We still haven’t done that. Get naked. In every other way, maybe, but not in the true clothes off sense.
I wasn’t ready before. I wait for that same shivery, disgusted sense of panic that usually rocks me, but nothing happens.Nothing. That lack of panic is absolutely glorious. “I’d like that.”
She grins. “You sound so happy.”
“I’m learning. Growing. Getting there.”
“It’s been basically no time at all. But seriously. You’re amazing. I’m so proud of you. I’m so happy that you’re here with me and that I get to be with you. We’ve accomplished all of this in such a short time. Imagine how good the future will be.”
“What about Bubby?” I know that she left food and water, because she’d planned on being at my place late after a long ride. If we change our plan, I want to check in about it.
“I’ll leave early. Really early. I’ll be back way in time to get her breakfast for her. We could go for a ride tomorrow night. Before you go to work, if you want.”
“I think it might devolve into the same edging.”
“It would be good torture though, wouldn’t it? Or we could save the ride for after.”
“And after the ride too.”
Her smile grows even wider. “Sandwich it in between. Sure. That sounds even better than peanut butter banana.”
“It’s definitely better than the plastic chocolate cake.”
Her mouth widens in mock horror, and her eyes quickly follow. She pulls the face, then wiggles her brows comically. “You loved that cake.”
“Whatever.” Fine. Okay. Whatever. I’ll give her this one. “It wasn’t horrible.”
“I liked tasting it off of your lips.”
