The older lady sips her mug, “He’s just teasing. He’ll come around.”
“The kid is protective.”
She hums, “Yes,petit bébéis, gets it from our side of the family.”
I nod, I extend out a hand to formally greet her. “I’m sorry ma’am, my name is Keola.” She looks at my hand and laughs, “Oh sugar, we hug.” She says pulling me into a hug.
“I’m Aunt Lilly, you can call me Lilly. Or Lillian, which ever tickles your fancy.” She looks up and down, examining me, “You’re not from around these parts, are ya?”
“No ma’am.” I start but am interrupted,
“Drop the ma’am, don’t start making me feel older than I am,” she clutches her chest dramatically.
“Sorry ma.. I mean Lilly. But no, I'm not originally from here. I’m from the island.”
“I’m not judging, suga. Just noticed a handsome face that is unlike people around here and we need more of that. You flash that hidden smile of yours and I know why my sweet girl is smitten.”
Smitten, interesting.
But I can’t help smiling, maybe it's flattery.
I hear boots clicking on the floor, “Auntie, don’t scare him off before I have the chance.” Her angelic voice sails through the hall, coming to meet us in the living room. I thought she was beautiful this morning, but she was jaw-dropping with her waves cascading around her, her eyes spark brighter, and every inch of her clothes hugged her body, sculpting every curve and muscle.
“Fix your face, 5-0. Your jaw’s on the floor.” She giggles, sending it straight to my dick.Damn it. Finn approaches by her side, his arms crossing his chest. She steps closer to me, trying to get past me. “Easy there. Whatever you’re thinking, not in front of the kid,” she whispers.
“Angel, you don’t want to know what my mind is saying,” I whisper back.
I follow her movement as she heads to a hall closet, pulling out a heavier jacket. My mouth salivating at this gorgeous creature.
Someone clears their throat, I turn my attention downward, Finn tapping his foot. “She’s to be back by midnight.” This kid is forreal. Grown ass kid. He’s growing on me.
For once, I’m nervous, “Um, well.”
Lilly grabs his shoulders, “He means y’all have fun now.” She winks at me. Maybe one person in this family is on my side. Charlotte returns, placing a kiss on his cheek and nods her head to her aunt.
“Might want to put on an extra layer of clothes, wind might get you.” I wink.
“What did you do? Ride the bike here?” she nervously laughs
As we walk back out to the bike, she stops.
I grab the helmets, “Come on angel.”
“I thought you were kidding about riding the bike.” She stutters.
I mount the bike getting it started, “Charlotte, get on the bike.”
She walks around it like it’s exotic animal that she’s seeing for the first time. The rumble of the bike startles her as she inches closer.She’s never been on a bike. “Come here.” She shakes her head, defying.
“Charlotte, come here,” I repeat. She hesitates, but follows the command. “Good girl, now give me your hand.” Her eyes search for mine, debating on trusting me. She stretches out her hand as I tug it. I place both of our hands on the tank portion, allowing her to feel the vibrations. The more she felt the vibrations, her body eased.
“I promise that you will be safe on my bike. Just like you’re safe with me.” A small promise to me, but something tells me that it means more to her. I hand her the helmet as I strap on mine. She straddles the bike, trying to figure out how to hold on. I shake my head, I grab her thighs bringing her closer to me, wrapping her arms around me. I can feel her heart race, she doesn’t know how to just be on the motorcycle.
“Relax. You’ll ease into it. I just ask that you don’t ram your head into mine if we brake.” I say as I roll the bike out the driveaway and onto the main road. She has a death grip around my waist, and I’m not upset about it. Her thighs grip the side of the bike, hanging onto what feels like her lifeline.
The warmth of her body overpowers the cold wind blasting us. As we ride, she grounds herself allowing herself some freedom. I can feel the trust melting into my skin. We approach a stoplight and I can’t help but reach behind me and caress her legs, stroking them. It’s a small gesture, but intimate. My fingers dance along her legs, grazing along every muscle.
She eases her once clenched hands and moves them to my belt loops, gaining more confidence. The once scared woman may be trusting a wolf. She’s breaking down her walls one brick at a time.
