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God, when he smiles like that, I want to do whatever it takes to make it last. But, I don’t like the mischievous glint in his eye right now and so I frown at him.
“You can drawl all day, but I’m not riding that thing. And how do you even know how to drive it?”
“My dad taught us, all of us. It’s safe and I have an extra helmet. You’ll be fine.” He walks over to the bike and opens the small compartment in the back.
“Come on. I have a surprise for you and it’s getting cold.”
My stomach rumbles in anticipation. Carter is an excellent cook.
“You should have led with that…if it’s as delicious as that chicken thing you made yesterday, then I’ll ride on that thing naked through fire.”
He chuckles. “So, through your stomach then?”
I grab the helmet and drop it on my head. He steps into me and fastens it under my chin. While he fusses with that, I take him in.
He looks like he’s lived here his whole life. His hair which used to be styled within an inch of its life when he arrived is now devoid of product. It’s wind tousled and has sun-kissed highlights that weren’t there when he arrived. His eyes are hidden behind black aviator sunglasses. But his grin says it all. He’s really fucking happy.
And it makes me happy, too.
“Thank you.” I walk a wide circle around the bike and eye it dubiously.
“I’m not really dressed for this. Can I ride side-saddle?”
“It’s not a horse. Stop stalling.”
He grabs my purse and drops it into a small compartment where he got the helmet.
He swings one of his long legs over and holds a handout for me to take. I stare at it.
“Just swing a leg over, your skirt will hike up, but the worst they’ll see is your thigh. I can go the back way to my place, not through town.” He says when he sees the horror cross my face.
Mollified and also worried that he’s going to get sick of all my weirdness about being seen with him.
“Thank you, Carter.” I smile and slip my hand into his.
I manage to climb on and my thighs are spread so wide that it’s slightly uncomfortable. But even if it were painful, I’d suffer through it to have this strong, hard body nestled against mine like this.
“Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on.”
I’ve just gotten settled behind him when he pulls away without any warning. A whoop of surprise turns into a wild laugh as the wind goes from nonexistent to gale force.
I let my head rest on his back and close my eyes.
I don’t need to see where we’re going, I can feel it.
The wind is like a caress. The machine vibrates between my thighs and his muscled torso flexes and stretches under my hands.
I wish I could take this helmet off and let my hair fly.
“This is living free,” I yell and hold on tighter. Not because I feel unsafe, but just because I want to be as close to him as possible.
His left hand strokes up my thigh, and closes over my hand.
We ride like that for the short ride back to my house.
And I never want it to end.
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