Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
At home, I take a shower, telling my nearly constantly hard dick that he’s gonna have to behave. Tonight is not a fuck-and-done deal, not with Dani. I wouldn’t mind fucking her—hell, I’d love to—but there’s something about her that makes me as eager to know her mind as I am to learn her body.
I heard her today, all the baggage she’s carrying weighing down her every move. I can help with that. I’m good at making things lighter, if only for a little while, and I think Dani needs that.
I pull on fresh, non-work jeans and one of my nicer black T-shirts before plopping down on the couch. I open my phone, thinking about what Dani and I should do tonight. A ride always clears my mind, and I think that would be good for her, and then, dinner, of course. But where should we go?
I scroll through a mental list of a few places I like, considering what Dani might enjoy. I don’t think she’s the expensive French cuisine type, nor do I want to take her to a dive bar, so somewhere in between. I flip through options, rejecting one after the other.
I let my head fall back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as if the answer will appear there. Surprisingly, it does.
Dani seems particularly concerned that I’m not able to care for myself, going so far as testing me with her questions last night, which were not subtle at all. So, I’m going to show her that I can.
I hop up from the couch, scanning my living room, kitchen, and dining room, which are all visible in the open floor plan. It’s clean, but it could be cleaner, so I get to work. It doesn’t take long until everything is sparkling.
Next? I peer into the refrigerator, making sure I have everything I need. I want to make an amazing dinner, so I need to pick something I know I’m good at and won’t screw up.
Very quickly, I see I need to go to the grocery store. I’ve got ninety percent of what I want, which would be fine for just myself. But Dani doesn’t get ninety percent of me tonight. She’s getting the whole thing, done right.
A quick check of the clock shows that I have a few hours to get everything just right because tonight has to be perfect.
I pull up to Dani’s house at seven on the dot. I put down the kickstand, turn the bike off, and stride to her front door like a man on a mission.
Mission: Impress Daniela Becerra.
Three quick raps on the screen door, and I wait. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her main door closed, but it is now, and I find it only entices me to want to see the woman on the other side more.
When the door opens, it’s like someone just plugged my spine into a light socket, energy flowing from there to my brain to explode in a cascade of lights and colors. I look from Dani’s pretty face to her feet, and back up again.
She’s wearing green Adidas tennis shoes, bootcut jeans that fit her like a second skin and have distressing that gives little peeks of her thighs, and an oversized, gray cropped tee with a green floral design. The shirt also shows a sexy sliver of her stomach that my hands instantly itch to reach out and touch. Her brown eyes are made up with smoky liner and mascara, her full lips are glossy, and her dark hair falls in a long, sleek curtain down her back.
“Goddamn, Dani, you look fucking gorgeous.”
“You don’t clean up too bad yourself.” Her eyes are tracing over me too, and I fight the urge to flex for her.
She locks her door and walks up to my bike, which is parked in her driveway behind her car. As I take the helmet from the handlebars, I realize that her hair is going to be a tangled mess from the wind with it down like it is.
She grins as she tells me, “I knew I’d have to braid it but I wanted to see that look on your face when I opened the door.” Her fingers are deftly making quick work down the length of her hair, and she finishes it with a simple cloth band from around her wrist.
I don’t bother denying it because I know my jaw dropped wide open when I saw her. Working Dani is hot. Going Out Dani is a complete smoke show.
I gently settle the helmet over her head, tugging at the braid’s end as I say, “Worth it.” She lets me do the strap around her chin and then stands back for me to get on the bike first.
I hold a hand out, helping her climb on behind me, and there’s no hesitation this time when she wraps her arms around my waist. Feeling her tits press to my back and her hands on my abs makes my cock go instantly hard, and I have to shift my hips in my seat, but I’m pretty sure I cover the reason by stepping the bike back to turn around.