Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
She pinched my side and laughed.
I squirmed.
I was ticklish as fuck on my sides and she fucking knew it.
I’d stupidly told that to her on one of our long nights posting—also known as hell in limbo. Posting meant that we were positioned between two stations, ours and a neighboring one, waiting for an emergency in either district at the gas station forty miles away from our station. Though she’d also told me that she was ticklish under her chin and boobs.
At the time, I wasn’t willing to find out if it was true or not.
It was a completely different story now, though.
“That would’ve been funny had you not sounded so absolute about it being a shittier branch than you were from,” she laughed.
I found myself grinning despite trying not to.
“I can’t help it that all other branches are inferior to the Marines,” I informed her.
She sighed and started fiddling with her helmet.
I watched her out of my rearview mirror as she fitted the helmet onto her head.
It was brand new, one I’d bought specifically for her, and it fit her perfectly.
Hot pink with a white stripe down the top, it also had faux white fur glued to the stripe which made it look like she had a white Mohawk. She looked absolutely adorable.
Adding in the pale blonde curls that peeked out from underneath, and I was hard as a rock.
But it also might’ve been because she kept grinding her hips into my backside.
“Ready, Freddy?” I asked her, letting my hand come to a rest on her knee.
She breathed out shakily.
“Yes, Sir,” she teased.
Exhilaration tore through me.
“Those are the magic words,” I told her, then started my motorcycle up.
The ride back to the house was an easy one, made easier by the way Naomi took to riding. It was clear she’d never been on a bike before, but she was a quick learner.
I took turns, and she held on tighter, letting her body sway with the bike.
She also didn’t freeze up when someone pulled out in front of us, or braked too hard like most people would.
She was just there, enjoying herself, while wrapped around me.
And by the time I arrived back home, I was fairly positive that the next four hours were going to be an agonizing form of torture.
As I got off and offered Naomi my hand, I surreptitiously adjusted my very hard cock behind the fly of my jeans and tried to look anywhere but at the men I could tell had been watching the move.
“About fuckin’ time,” Tommy Tom grumbled as he got up off the bench that was in our front yard and started toward us. “I’m starving.”
I looked at my watch. “It’s ten in the morning. You should’ve already had breakfast by now.”
He shrugged. “I actually had breakfast at about three this morning. Something that I’m sure you’re well aware of since you saw me there.”
I had. I’d picked up the back half of a shift yesterday due to a colleague calling in sick.
I’d brought a patient in at three that morning. And again at four, five, and six.
By the time shift change rolled around at six thirty, I was more than ready to head home and catch a few hours of shut eye before the ride was supposed to start.
I’d also overslept, and had texted Naomi once I’d woken up that I was on my way, and not to freak out because I hadn’t forgotten about her.
She’d sent me a quick text in reply that she’d been sleeping, too, and that it wasn’t a big deal. She was going to head into the shower, and she would see me when I arrived.
Which led to now, all the men surrounding us, watching and waiting for me to introduce the woman who’d ridden in on my bike.
Something that not many women had the privilege of doing in the past.
“Nay Nay…”
Naomi pinched me. “Don’t you dare.”
I grinned and winked at her, causing her to sigh and turn back to the full driveway.
“My name is Naomi,” she introduced herself to the group as a whole. “Don’t let him tell you otherwise.”
Aaron’s wife, Imogen, walked forward and extended her hand. “My name is Imogen. That man back there scowling at the world is my husband, Aaron. This is Tommy Tom and his wife, Tally. That’s Truth. His wife, Verity, is heading to the smokehouse in her car since she’s newly pregnant, and these men somehow revert back into cavemen mentality when one of us winds up pregnant.”
She widened her eyes at Naomi, who smiled in reaction.
“That’s nice to know,” she admitted.
It was also true. Pregnant ladies didn’t ride, and every single one of the members of our club felt the same way about it.
I’d seen way too many bad things happen to the passenger on a bike to take the risk.