“All right, let’s try this,” she said.
She lifted her fists and slammed them on top of the bag. She leaned her weight against it, trying to get it to shift, but it barely budged. I folded my arms across my chest, watching her hemand haw and huff and puff. She shook the bag. She tugged at the cords. She laid her body weight against the saddlebags to see if she could dislodge anything.
It wasn’t until I saw her forehead shimmering a bit in the rising morning sun that she finally gave in.
“All right,” she said with a bit of breathlessness to her voice, “you win. I can’t move it.”
I picked up my guest helmet and handed it to her. “Ready to get going?”
She smiled as she took it from me. “I’m always ready.”
“Good. Because I plan on taking you on more than just this bike ride.”
“Hell yeah.”
I planned on taking her on my bike as well.
But I kept that part to myself.
I swung my leg over my bike with ease, and it didn’t take long before I felt her warmth at my back. Her tits pressed against me as her legs spread to accommodate me from behind, and the battering heat from between those luscious thighs of hers already had my pants growing tight. I tried to push those thoughts from my head as I cranked up the engine, feeling the metal rumble beneath me.
I tried not to pay attention to the fact that King was outside on her front porch.
Standing there.
Glaring at us with his arms crossed and that Dozer guy at his side.
“Uh oh,” she muttered.
I peered over my shoulder in my helmet. “You okay?”
She giggled as she tried reaching her arms around me. But those short, stout little arms of hers only got so far.
“I don’t think I can hang on,” she said in between her little giggles.
I wanted to turn those giggles into moans. “Grab onto my shirt and squeeze your legs against me as tight as you possibly can.”
I looked down and watched her little hands ball up in my black shirt. Her thighs squeezed around me, and I swear to hell on high, this had to be what heaven felt like.
Wrapped up in her.
“I think this will work, just go slow,” she said.
For the first time ever, I heard a bit of nervousness in her voice. I reached down for one of her hands and patted it with my own, hoping to bring her a bit of peace.
“You’re safe with me. I’ll make sure we get there all right. You just give me the directions when I need them,” I said.
She leaned closer into my back. “Thanks.”
“No thanks needed. You’re always safe with me.”
I casted King one last look, and I swear it looked like he had a fucking pickled pig foot in his mouth. His lips were pursed. His glare, astoundingly sharp. Had I a care in the world about what he thought, I probably would’ve been intimidated by the look on his face.
I didn’t give a shit, though.
“All right,” I said as I kicked up my kickstand. “You ready?”
“Yes. Let’s get out of here. I’m tired of my brother staring at us.”
