“Extremely. After he replaced his lube I put more cream in the bottle and he thought he had an STD, or that is what he’smessaged me several times anyway,” Holly chuckles, and I grin widely as I grab her hand and pull her over to my bike before she can get to her car.
Her eyes widen in shock, and instantly she’s shaking her head, but I grin and state, “Come on, darling, I’m about to take your bike virginity.”
“There is no way I’m climbing onto that thing, Alex!” she denies, “I’ll just follow you in my car.”
I can’t wipe the grin off my face as I climb onto my Harley, keeping one hand on her wrist so she can’t run away, and I gently pull her to me, and I swear if her eyes widen any more, then they’ll fall out of their socket.
“Get on the back of my bike, darling,” I command lowly, and she blinks several times as she looks between me and the bike, and I encourage, “Take a risk…”
“Uh, Alex, I was in a car wreck eight years ago and was left in a coma for two months. I-I can’t get on that,” she stutters, her eyes wide as she looks at the machine, and every fucking single inch of my body tenses up with pure shock.
She nearly died.
She…
Fuck.
When I don’t say anything, Holly looks up, and our eyes lock as my jaw ticks with how hard I’m clamping down on my teeth right about now.
I have the urge to find whoever caused her wreck and fucking slice their throat open.
I could never have met her, Caleb would never have…
Fuck.
“Do you trust me?” I ask lowly, my heart fucking pounding, and she tilts her head at me.
“I do,” she admits, her eyes sincere, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t allow my daughter around you, Alex.”
“Then climb on the bike,” I whisper, needing her to show me that she trusts me, to see I will never put her at risk, to let me help her with her fears, to fucking lean on me and show me she feels this connection, to give me the sign I need.
Holly swallows hard, her throat bobbing as she looks at my bike, then back at me, her eyes racing between mine.
I want to question the wreck, to ask how it happened, to ask if it involved Lyra’s dad, because she never brings him up, but I keep my mouth shut, knowing I need to take this one step at a time.
“You’ll go slow?” she confirms, and I smile softly at my darling and promise, “I will,” and she takes a deep breath before twisting her wrist in my hand and grabs my hand, making my heart stutter.
Electric shocks rush up my arm and I swallow the lump forming as she slowly walks closer to my bike then uses my arm to help guide herself onto the back seat and I take a few deep breaths, her hand still squeezing mine. Very slowly, so I don’t spook her, I gently bring her hand around my front as I grip her right leg with my spare hand and pull her flush against my back making her gasp.
“Okay, darling, wrap your arms around me tightly, keep your feet on the pegs, the pipes get hot and I don’t want you getting burnt,” I rasp and she chokes, “Okay,” as she does as I ask, wrapping both her arms around me tightly but instead of gripping her own fingers, she lets go of my hand and grips the front of my shirr then lays her head on my back and I swear to fuck, instant feeling of home consumes me.
I’ve never had a woman sit on the back of my bike, never allowed Cheryl and fuck me, I'm glad because this moment, it is just for her.
I gently place my hand over hers for a few seconds before I start my bike up and rev it, my eyes going to the gate where Dolly stands, her mouth parted, her eyes full of regret.
She knew I was claiming Holly, yet she didn’t want to believe it.
Ignoring Dolly’s sorrowful look, I pull off down the dirt track road towards my home, our home hopefully soon, and my darling tightens her grip around my waist, and I grip her hand tighter so she knows that I have her, that she is always safe.
***
“How was that, darling?” I ask softly as I gently rub Holly’s trembling hands still clutching my shirt, and she stutters, “L-Liberating and scary,” and I chuckle before I slowly remove her grip and climb off my bike, though Holly doesn’t let go of my hand, and I turn and look at her, grinning wide at the picture before me.
Fucking hell, her eyes are bright despite the tremble in her body and she looks hot as fuck sitting on the back of my bike and I can’t help it, I get out her of grip and grab my phone and Holly grins wide as I take a photo, setting it as my screen saver while a photo of her and our kids from the school dance is my cover.
“Come, darling,” I say, holding my hand out, and she gently takes it before slowly climbing off my bike, her legs trembling and I chuckle as our eyes connect.
I can feel my heart skipping a beat, and my stomach tightens as her eyes race between mine and I, fuck...
