“It can only be a short ride, but yeah,” I told her, realising this was dangerous but we both needed this. “We both need to feel some form of freedom.”
She nodded. “Let me change real quick.”
Darby ran down the hall. I could hear her squealing as she changed and something in me felt pride. Proud that I could make her feel so good with something so tiny, just a ride on my bike.
On the back of my bike.
A place reserved for my ol’ lady when the day came.
I tried not to think about it too much. Tried, being the operative word, and yet the idea of her being onthe back of my bike had me fired up, chest puffed out like it was the only logical option there was.
No woman made me feel this level of protectiveness. No one.
Not even my baby sister who I never saw anymore.
Fuck. I was in trouble and I knew it.
She came back down the hall with her hair in a braid so the helmet would fit on her head, jeans that hugged every goddamn curve of her legs and hips, and a t-shirt. Her pink Chuck Taylors on her feet. They were her thing and I immediately loved that about her.
“Come on, princess,” I said, taking her hand and leading her out the door behind me. I locked the house up and put the helmet on her before placing her on the back of my bike.
Goddamn, she looked like she belonged there.
Don’t dwell on it, Kendrick.
Jumping on, I kicked the bike to life and took off through the secluded road that would lead into the countryside we were nestled in. This town was picked because it was mostly farming and woods, perfect to hide out and not be spied on. Her arms were wrapped tight around my body and I relished the feel of her behind me, the way her chest laid on my back, the way her head rested on my shoulder.
Mine.
The possessive and intrusive proclamation was unwelcome so I pushed it out of my head. She wasn’t mine and she wouldn’t be anytime soon. I needed to stay on task.
I let the wind whip some sense into me as I rode us to a nice spot near a man-made lake. We walked along the lakeside and I watched as she pointed out some ducks in the distance.
“It feels nice to be outside,” she said. “Thank you for this.”
“This never happened, if anyone asks,” I told her.
“Got it,” she chuckled. “That just makes it mean all the more. You’ve helped me a lot these past few weeks, Kendrick. I won’t ever forget it.”
“You trying to get rid of me, princess?”
“Never,” she smiled. “But as much as I hate to say it, those clouds look dark and menacing. We should head back.”
I looked in the direction of where she was looking. That storm snuck up on us. It had been blue skies not twenty minutes ago, which means it was going to be loud, fast and dangerous.
“You’re right,” I said, taking her hand and leading her back to the bike. We jumped on and I took off toward the house, praying we got there in time.
The rain hit my face as I turned down our secluded road and I sped up to make it to the house before it pelted down on us. Parking my bike near the shed, I put it away, out of sight, and took her hand, entwining our fingers together just as it bucketed down on us. She squealed as I ran us up the stairs and to the door. We stood under the tiny porch shelter, laughing at how wet we’d just gotten, when suddenly, we stopped laughing, and it was just us panting from the exertion of running.
Tension passed between us, a forgotten tension we had ignored since that kiss. That kiss that haunted my every thought, every dream. I wanted her lips again, I wanted her plastered around me until she was screaming out my name.
Fuck….I wanted her. Whether it was right or not.
“Fuck it,” I said as I pulled her to me, our lips smashing together.
Darby
Rebel’s arms wrapped around my waist as he pushed me against the door. The rain pelted the little porch roof loudly, but all I could hear was the pounding of blood in my ears as Rebel finally gave in and kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe. My arms wound around his neck before I ground myselfagainst him. His cock was hard and… big against my tummy. His hand gripping and squeezing my ass while his other hand tried to manoeuver to the door to unlock it. He broke from our kiss for a few moments to unlock it and pull me through the door. He trudged down the hall to the room he’d been staying in and kicked open the door. Walking me backward to the bed, he hesitated, pulling from me and looking into my eyes, his hand on the side of my face, smoothing the wet strands from my face.
