“I’m not pregnant and I have no plans on getting pregnant either. I’m on the pill.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “That’s good to know. I probably should have asked. And I’m clean. I want you to know that,” I added as an afterthought.
She giggled. “Me too.”
I didn’t doubt that for a second.
“How about we put off eloping to Vegas until next year and go camping?”
“Camping?” she sounded even more outraged at that idea than she had about going to a chapel in Las Vegas. “Havoc, I don’t do camping.”
Laughing, I pulled her upright. “You will love roughing it with me, Darcie, I promise. Now go and get your ass dressed. I want to get on the road before it’s dark.” I had a plan, it wasn’t camping, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I wanted to see her squirm.
She hesitated for a fraction of a heartbeat. “We are going on the bike again, aren’t we?”
“Yes, Darcie.” She really was the cutest.
“It’s a good job you’re cute Havoc, that all I’m saying”
***
I made sure she knew exactly where to put her feet and hold on this time. I wanted to enjoy this ride with her pressed up against my back, and I wanted her to enjoy it as well. I needed her to love being on a bike as much as I did. If she was going to be my old lady for real, runs out on the bike would be a massive part of our life together.
Notifshe was going to be my old lady, I reminded myself. She already was my old lady. And if I had my way, she would stay that way.
“Ready?” I leant back against her, and the hands clutching my waist under my cut tightened with nerves. Her fingers were shaking.
“Havoc, I don’t know about this.” Her words were drowned out as the engine roared to life. “Havoc.” She squeaked again, louder this time. “Can’t we take your car or…”
I didn’t let her finish. Gunning the engine, I took off down the road, laughing as she gave a small scream. It was only when I had turned from the street that I slowed.
Raising my voice over the noise, I willed her to relax and enjoy it. “No, we can’t Darcie, it’s not a long ride, don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried,” she lied. “I’m just not very good at sitting still.”
Reaching behind me, I stroked up her calf. “You’re not good at lying either. Just relax. I will get you where we are going in one piece. Trust me.” Turning my attention back to the road, I felt her relax against me, her words almost lost in the noise of the traffic.
But I was pretty sure she said she did.
***
It took her maybe an hour before I felt one of her hands slip from around my waist, and it took everything I had not to pull the bike over and fuck her stupid on the side of the road. She was starting to enjoy the feel of such a powerful machine between her legs, I could tell. A few more rides out, and she would crave the open road as much as I did.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” I called. I knew I was enjoying myself. The feel of her tits pressed up against my back as I let my bike eat up the road was like heaven. There could only be one thing better, and that would be to sink into her body.
“Yes.” Her voice was almost blown away by the wind, but I heard her clearly. “Yeah I am.” She seemed shocked at her own words, and it just made me smile more.
“Good, we are nearly there, another few minutes, and you can have something else powerful between your thighs for a few hours.”
In answer, her hand delved downwards, rubbing against the front of my jeans wantonly. “That sounds good to me,” she cooed into my ear.
“Keep doing that, and you are going to get it right here on the side of the road, Darcie.”
Her movements slowed but didn’t stop. She kept on rubbing against my growing erection with sure slow movements of her soft hand.
Growling, I gunned the bike faster.
I needed to get her somewhere private and quickly.
