Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
She kicked off her dirty tennis shoes just inside the door, disappeared down the hallway, and came back shortly after in jeans and a pair of cowboy boots. His smile widened when I finally read the shirt she was wearing. ‘Sorry, I only ride boys with tattoos.’
“Nice shirt, Baylee.” I chuckled.
She smiled wide and tossed a plastic bag towards me. “I got you a shirt, too.”
I opened the black bag, dropped it out on the couch once I grasped the t-shirt, and held it up for inspection. “If you can read this, the bitch fell off.” I read aloud. “I’ve always wanted one of these.”
I laid the t-shirt over the couch, lifted the cap off my head, grasped the collar of the shirt at the back of my neck, and pulled it over my head. Baylee’s inhalation had me glancing at her face, and she watched rapturously as I inadvertently flexed, and then shrugged back into the shirt she bought me.
“How’s it look?” I asked as I re-settled my hat back in place.
She looked at me for a few moments and nodded in appreciation. “Hot.”
“Where do you want to go eat?” I asked as we both walked towards the front door.
Once out on the front porch, Baylee locked the door with her key, and turned to face the driveway warily.
“This scares me shitless.” She said eyeing the bike.
I knew it scared her. “We don’t have to take it. It’s completely up to you.”
“I know we don’t. But I want to.” She breathed as she walked slowly toward my bike.
Motorcycles weren’t for everyone. It would be hard not to share one of the biggest parts of myself with Baylee, but I also wouldn’t push her. It was entirely up to her if she got on my bike or not.
“Let’s do it.” She said before swinging her leg over the side of my Harley.
She looked over her shoulder at me, and my breath hitched at the beauty.
Her mid back length hair was in soft curls, haloing her face. The small of her back was showing, and I could just make out the tiniest bit of pink where her jeans gaped slightly on her back. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, which I liked, and her mouth was curved in to a knowing smile as she saw the direction of my stare.
“I want to eat at Hooters.” She announced.
“Really?” I asked, as I took the black helmet with the pink skull on the side into my hands. I’d picked it up at The Harley Shop on my way home yesterday evening, knowing when I’d seen it that it would be perfect for her. I’d also gotten her a leather jacket, just in case.
“Here. Let’s get this on.” I instructed as I placed the helmet on her head.
“Where’s yours?” She asked as she fastened the strap underneath her chin.
“I don’t wear one.” I said as I reached into my saddle bag and produced the leather jacket.
She squealed in delight, and I helped her into it as well. Then she sobered when she remembered what I’d just said.
“Why don’t you wear a helmet?” She asked with great concern.
“I just don’t. Never have. I don’t like the way it feels.” I told her as I swung my leg over the bike and settled in front of her.
“You really won’t like the way it feels when you have your head smashed open or your brain swelling because you didn’t wear your helmet.” She snapped, making me realize that she didn’t like the fact that I didn’t wear a helmet.
“You’re worried about me?” I asked as I stuck the key into the ignition.
I waited for her answer as I reached behind me to the back of Baylee’s thighs and pulled her in snug to my back. Once in the desired position, I took both of her reluctant arms and wrapped them around my torso tight.
“Yes, I don’t want you hurt. I really wish you’d wear a helmet.” She pleaded.
I hated helmets, but if it made her happy, I’d go get one as soon as I could. “I will as soon as I see a place to get one.” I conceded.
“Good.” She said and then squealed as the motor revved to life, and evened out with a throaty growl.
Her arms tightened around my chest, and I could feel the anticipation quivering through her limbs. Her body was positively plastered to mine, and I gave my own involuntary shiver.
I hadn’t had anybody on the back of my bike since the accident that killed Lindsey. Although it wasn’t my fault, and I knew it, I still had misgivings about riding double with anybody. Hell, I’d been that way before Lindsey. The one time I let someone ride on the back of my bike, she’d died.
Baylee mistook my shiver for pleasure, and she laughed before patting my tummy. “Take me for a ride, big boy.”
With my heart in my throat, I set off at an extremely sedate pace. My vision sharpened, my hearing became hyperaware. By the time we’d made it out of her neighborhood and onto the main road that would lead us straight to the interstate, my heart was pounding and my palms were sweating; however, not with fear anymore, but with anticipation. And, surprisingly, contentment.
Baylee always made me feel differently than other women did. So why wouldn’t she help me through my fear of riding double, too?
Instead of taking the actual Interstate, I took the feeder road that ran beside the interstate. Both for her benefit and mine. Even though it added an extra twenty minutes on to the drive.
When we finally pulled up into the Boardwalk’s parking lot that would lead us to Hooters, I felt almost languid.
The motor turned off, and it clicked as the heated engine cooled. “Well, how was it?” I asked her, running my palm on the outside of her leg, from ass to knee.
“Umm, it wasn’t too bad, to be honest. My heart stopped slamming against my ribs once we reached the feeder road along the interstate. Thanks for taking that way.” She expressed, as she finally loosened her arms from around my torso.