“You don’t need one.” She covered her breasts with her arm.
“Thirty-two years old and nobody’s baby daddy. Pretty proud of that record.” He stood and moved to her, so she had to drop her arm. A rack like that shouldn’t be covered unless absolutely necessary.
“No, I’m…it’s just…sheesh…” She blushed deeper than he’d ever seen before. “I’m on the pill, okay?”
He raised his eyebrows at her. He was clean, but he’d never made it a habit of not using backup protection. Little Montgomerys running around all over the country weren’t his only concern.
“My periods have always been wonky…” She glanced away. “And now I’m officially mortified.”
“V, when it comes to anything you ever want to tell me about yourself, don’t be ashamed. Sorry your periods are…wonky.” He hugged her close, the lower parts of his anatomy glad to be back in the game. “Don’t need to go into a full sexual history here, but do you make a point of relying on the pill for protection?”
Her soft body went stiff. “Yes. I mean, no. What?”
He could tell the second she realized what he’d asked because her eyes got huge and then…she fuckin’ laughed. “You’re asking if I’m diseased?”
Apparently, that was amusing. She laughed so hard against his chest, he thought she’d pop a kidney or something. “Breckenridge Montgomery is asking if I’ve got an STD?”
He set his jaw. “Not something people usually find amusing. Yes or no question.”
She sobered and glanced up from under her eyelashes. “No. I’m healthy. Other than the period thing. Anything else?”
Nope, that about did it.
“For the record. I’m clean, too.” He leaned his face to hers and gave everything he’d held back before. She didn’t just squeak, she fuckin’ groaned into his throat as his tongue slid along hers. He lifted her so her legs wrapped around his hips and moved to his bike. She stood panting before him. Her skirt lifted easily, and he shoved her cotton panties down to her knees, running his hand up the inside of her thighs on the trek back up. He growled when his fingertips grazed the apex of her thighs and found her drenched sweet spot.
She mewed a small sound and gripped at his shoulders. His breaths came rapidly, and his dick prayed that soon it would follow suit. Whatever. Next time he’d go slow. This time was all about basic need and desire.
Until she broke the seal of their kiss. “I’m worried I won’t do a good job.”
“Less worry. More action.” He turned her so that her hands splayed on the seat of his bike. He shoved at her skirt, spreading her legs in the process. His erection throbbed for release. For her.
She stopped his exploration, straightening and grabbing his hands in hers. “I’ve had a bit of a dry spell.”
“How long we talkin’?” He asked around leaving a hickey on her neck.
“Just awhile. I…I don’t want to mess up.” The way her eyes got big and her face pale hit him straight in the gut. She was not a groupie looking for a good time. Not a hookup on his bike and never call again chick. This was Velma. His Velma. The thought hit him right in the stomach.
His pulse. His breath. Even his dick hiccupped.
“Fuck me,” he said on a breath.
“Okay,” she replied.
Everything inside him had stopped. He couldn’t use her as a distraction. She deserved more than that.
“Did I do something wrong already…” Her words trailed off, just like his punch of lust.
He paused, stepping back and pushing her skirt back down over her ass. He wasn’t about to pop the cherry on their relationship over a muffler. “We’re not doin’ this.”
Not here. Not like this.
Without glancing to her, because he didn’t trust himself to be a gentleman for very long, he moved to snag her shirt. He tossed it to her, unsure about anything in life at the moment.
“I’ve gotta check the house. Lock up. Then I’ll take you home.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Instead, he stalked through the doorway to check the dead bolts on the doors.
Clearly, he had to treat her with more respect than he’d been known for. He wasn’t staying in town. She searched for forever and wedding rings. He searched for an easy lay. No, he couldn’t do that to her. Wouldn’t do that to her.
He finished up inside and returned to the garage. The big overhead door was open, and Velma was gone. He jogged outside, glanced up the street, and cursed as the bus pulled away from the corner stop.
