“I don’t know what to say. I’m…I’m very grateful, but that wasn’t an agreement for me to basically live here. I’ll talk to your parents and double check an extended stay is okay.”
Hekisses me hard, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling away.
“Figured you would. No rush though, they’ll be busy for a while. They’re out in the fields and have things to fix in the shop when they get back, so we can walk out there whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay,” I say, snuggling back into him and closing my eyes.
We lay there for I don’t even know how long. I steal some kisses, as does he, but mostly he holds me as I stroke my fingers along his back.
I don’t want to move out of this safe place. I’m scared if I move then all those emotions will come rushing back and I’ll crumble all over again.
Ben starts to pull away from me, but I cling onto his shirt to hold him there.
“I had a thought…” he pauses.
“Yeah?”
He presses his forehead to mine. “Wanna go for a ride?”
We knock heads from me shooting upright so quickly.
“Ouch!” he cries out laughing, holding his forehead.
I hold my forehead to stop the stinging and squeal, “I’m so sorry! Are you okay? I’m so in. Let’s go! I can’t wait to wear my helmet and backpack you!”
“Okay, well giving the driver a concussion before you go on the road is not a good start,” he chuckles, smacking me in the ass.
“You’re tough, you can handle it,” I joke, running to the bathroom to pee. This is exactly what I need.
Oof.
I shouldn’t have looked in the mirror. Puffy eyes stare back at me and red blotches cover my skin in an extremely unattractive way. If only I could hide, but that would do me no good. Ben’s been looking at me in this state since I got here. I splash cold water on my skin, hoping for a miracle and avoid the mirror on my way out.
I flick the bathroom light off but stop in my tracks when I step back into the bedroom. Ben’s plump member is outlined perfectly in his underwear, his leather biker pants surrounding his waist but not yet zipped. My eyes widen, lips parting in lust.
“Eyes up here, Char.”
Shit, of course he can see where I’m staring. He winks, smirking at me like he knows I’m wrapped around his finger.
“Your biker pants are on the bed.”
“What? You mean you bought me biker clothes too?” I exclaim excitedly, running over to the bed.
“Of course. I wasn’t joking about safety. Your riding jacket is next to your helmet in the barn as well.”
This is absolutely the pick-up I needed. He knows me so well.
I pick up the pants, admiring them, and caress the cool leather, feeling the bumps and the pads on the knees and thighs for protection. They’re all black except for a double white stripe that goes across each thigh.
I hoist them on under my graduation dress. Damn they’re tight. I have to jump and pull up hard at the same time several times to get them up all the way while sucking in my stomach to button them.
“Damn, I’m notthisskinny!” I pant from the effort it took to slide them on.
“They’re meant to be tight, silly,” he chuckles.
I run over and embrace him, giving him a big kiss. “Whatever you say, Captain. Let’s go!”
I turn to go out the door, but he grabs my arm, holding me back.
