“You.”
Her cheeks blushed, and I had the urge to make her blush everywhere. My blood thrummed through my veins as I picked up another bag, helping her to pack the dozens and dozens of bags she had made.
“When are you passing these out again?” I asked as I handed her the last one.
She really had to play tetris in order to get it in. “I promised them I’d come back sometime tomorrow.”
“Could I come with you?”
Her head snapped up and there was genuine shock on her face. “You want to come with me?”
I nodded. “Is that a problem?”
She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she spoke. “No, not at all. I just…”
I smiled. “You just… don’t want me around?”
“No!” She shook her head softly, then paused. “I mean, yes! Yes, I do.”
“Well,” I said as I leaned a bit closer to her, “which is it, Anna-mine?”
The shiver that cascaded through her body held nothing on the way her tongue darted out to pull that lower lip between her teeth. She had such plump lips.
I wanted them wrapped around my dick.
“Don’t you have to watch the house?” she asked, her voice a bit choked off. “You know, protect the girls and all that?”
I reached out and tucked a rouge strand of hair behind her ear. “I can get someone to handle it. Unless, you really don’t want me coming and you just want to break my heart.”
“Never,” she whispered.
My gaze met hers. “Let me go with you tomorrow. Help you pass these out. I’d like to see you in action.”
She swallowed thickly. “I don’t know if we’d be able to get this massive bag on the back of a bike.”
I chuckled. “Anna-mine, you’ve just never seen my bike.”
The early morningbrought with it colder temperatures. Finally, fall was upon us. The summer had been a fucking whirlwind, and one of the hotter ones on record for our area. I was glad to put the ass crack sweat behind me.
“Are you sure this is gonna fit?” Anna asked, worrying that impossibly beautiful lower lip of hers in between her teeth.
I chuckled. “Just watch.”
I had saddlebags on the back of my custom-made bike. Most bike dealers told me that because of my size and weight, I was better off on a trike. And I told them to fuck all the way off with all that nonsense. When I was old and gray and ready to kick back with a beer gut and a woman still willing to suck off my dick over it, sure. But I had a lot of life left in me, and I wanted my bike to show that.
I decked it out with storage and saddlebags to offset the heavier weight up front that protected me.
“I don’t know, Bee, maybe we should?—”
“I’ve got it, Anna-mine,” I murmured as I shot her a soft smile.
Those cheeks of hers blushed again, and I had to go back to focusing on packing Doc’s duffle bag away. It required me to drape it over the back of my bike with both of the saddlebags filled to the brim with its edges. Then it was just a matter of wrapping the bungee cords around the midsection of the damned thing so that no wind could get beneath it.
“There,” I said as I stood back and admired my handiwork. “Ready for your part.”
“Oh boy,” she murmured.
Her and I had a deal, you see. I packed the bag on the back of my bike, and then she would do everything she could to get it to come loose. She shoved it with her hand at first, and that brow of hers pinched together until there was a little wrinkle in between them. My smile slid across my face like it did most times with her. A phenomenon I came to enjoy. She tugged the bungee cords, and I heard the hum of amusement before that brow of hers unwrinkled.
