It looks damn good on her.
I hold up the helmet dangling from my elbow and Grayciegrins as she looks at the way it’s painted like the night sky. My woman’s eyes move back and forth between me and the helmet, as if she can’t believe I would take the time to ensure she’s safe while on the back of my bike.
It’s the bare fucking minimum, but she doesn’t see it yet. She will. I’ll just keep showing up and making sure she can’t see it any other way.
“You ready for some wind therapy?” There’s a teasing note in my voice, but I also hold my breath while waiting for her answer.
If she backs out, I’ll respect her decision. I won’t stop pursuing her, but I won’t force her to climb on the back of my bike. Hell no, I want her there willingly.
“I’m nervous,” she admits while fiddling with the hem of the jacket I got her.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” I murmur before leading her toward my bike after giving her a moment to check her door and make sure it’s locked.
Her steps are wooden as we walk past Stan’s house. He’s not peering out the window like an overprotective uncle, which is how he treats Graycie, but I know he’s still at Dolly’s Place. I’m grateful that someone has had her back since she arrived in Dogwood Ridge.
When we’re standing at my bike, I point to the pegs, “You’re going to put your feet here. Just be aware that these pipes do get hot. It’s one of the reasons good coverage is important, it keeps your legs protected from getting burned.”
“Okay,” her voice is small, but it doesn’t waver with fear.
The fact that she’s giving me this much trust makes me feel like I’m a million feet tall. My chest puffs up without me evenrealizing it. But her eyes are trained on my bike as if she expects it to jump up and bite her.
I have to bite my lip to hide my smile because she’s so damn cute.
“Once I get on, you’ll climb on behind me. Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight. When I lean into a curve, you lean with me, but not more than me. It’s all about balance.”
Graycie blinks before slowly turning toward me. “Balance? I’ve been searching for balance for a while now.”
The smile I give her is soft and small. “I think feeling the wind wrapping around you while flying down on the road on the back of my bike is going to change your life. How about we give you some wings, Angel?”
Her hazel eyes light up with excitement as she nods eagerly. My fingers slide against the soft strands of her hair as I put her helmet in place. I can imagine a time when she puts her head on my chest, and I can run my fingers through her hair. My fingers itch for the opportunity, but we have time to make the fantasy into reality.
Graycie watches me intensely as I check to ensure the helmet is secure. There’s no way I’m going to play with my woman’s safety. No fucking way.
When I slide into place on my bike, I take a moment and prepare for the way it’s going to feel when her arms wrap around me. My cock is already hardening with the thought. But he needs to calm the fuck down because we sure as fuck aren’t going to rush her.
It’ll only make her run.
I hold my hand out and watch Graycie’s emotions battle on her face. The moment she decides to be brave, I can’t help but smile at her. Her hand slides into mine and I help support her as she throws her leg over my bike and climbs on behind me.
A sense of rightness I’ve only felt a few other times settles around me. The first time I felt it was the moment my father slid my cut into place after I got through my prospecting period. I had never felt anything like it.
Then when I became VP and I got to add that patch to my cut.
Now with the feeling of Graycie’s arms winding around my waist.
My hand finds hers and I give a squeeze.
“How are you feeling?” I throw the question over my shoulder while I reach for my own helmet and put it on.
“I’m still nervous,” she pitches her voice louder, “but also kind of excited.”
There’s caution in her voice, but I can hear how much she wants to embrace this as well.
“Okay, Angel,” I shout as I start my bike up. “Hold on.”
And she fucking does. My body comes alive under her touch, just like I knew it would. My cock is begging to be buried inside of her tight heat. There is comfort in her touch and the way she’s clinging to me; it’ll have to be enough. For now.
Her grip tightens when I pull out onto the street. We move through Dogwood Ridge, but I hardly see any of it. I’m too lost in how good it feels to have Graycie on the back of my bike.
