“Okay, there’s no way you’ll be able to fit your dress under the jacket. Here—" he throws a tight black T-shirt at me in my size.
“Put that on.”
“Okay, you really didn’t have to buy me all this stuff. I could’ve bought myself this gear if you would’ve told me what I needed.”
“I know, but I wanted to. Plus. if I told you, then you’d know when I was giving you a ride and I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, thank you. I’m grateful…”
He nods in appreciation then goes quiet, blatantly staring at my breasts, waiting for me to take my dress off and change.
“Turn around,” I sass, placing my hands on my hips.
He pouts, and mimics me by placing his hands on his hips too.
“Why?”
God, he’s so fucking hot.
“Because.” I smile, barely able to contain the joy in my heart. “If you see me take off my dress, we won’t leave the bedroom and go for a ride.”
He throws his head back and laughs then turns around. “Yeah, you’re one hundred percent right, Char.”
I throw my dress on the floor and pull the shirt on. A perfect fit. Will going braless be a problem? Hopefully it doesn’t get too bumpy or cold on the ride, because I don’t feel like searching for a bra in my bags right now. I just want to get on the bike already.
“Okay, done.”
My breasts get assaulted aggressively as he squeezes and fondles them. “Good God, baby, how am I going to ride if you don’t have a bra on. I’m already getting so fucking hard looking at your nipples pressed against your shirt.”
Feverish heat flushes under my skin stemming from where his warm touch caresses my breasts.
Seconds. It only takes seconds for me to be completely out of breath, and on the verge of succumbing to him, but I have to stop this. There’ll be time for this later. As much as I want this now, I need to ride. I swear that bike is calling to my soul, and I can’t put it off anymore.
Only one word is able to escape at a time as he massages my breasts and caresses my neck with his kisses, totally scrambling my brain.
“We. Can. Do. This. Later,” I breathlessly whisper.
It takes everything in me to step away from him. I cross my arms over my chest to hide the goodies from his view and back away until I hit the doorway. His cheeks are flushed, and his hands are at his sides while his chest rises and falls deeply with each breath.
“Okay,” he says with a straight face and proceeds to follow me out of the room. His cool demeanor returnsshortly after and he makes sure to smack my ass every five steps until we hit the barn as punishment. I’ll have to misbehave more often for these “punishments”.
He pulls the barn door open, revealing my helmet and jacket right beside his. I love that. My grin spreads from ear to ear.
“Hey, where’s your other bike? I just realized it’s not in here.”
“It’s in the other barn with my other bikes.”
“Bikes? How many bikes do you have?
“More than I should,” he says rubbing the back of his neck and smiling awkwardly.
Why’s he being so secretive about it? Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I let it go and strut toward my new riding jacket.
I unhook the jacket off the wall and admire it like everything else he’s given me. I love that he color coordinated this. My new jacket is all black with white stripes on the arms, matching the pants. Thick leather padding is on the elbows, and the pockets are zippered with gold. It’s beautiful.
The zipper’s easy to glide up. It’s tight but not as tight as the pants, thank God. I shove my helmet on and jump up and down like a little kid next to the bike, my vizorstill up, but threatening to slam down from the movement.
“You goofball,” he chortles. Ben clips his helmet on and joins me by the bike, pulling out little bars near the back.
