AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I hope you’ve got some Fleetwood Mac for me in your playlist?”
“Next song.”
Ophelia—one.
Tucker—more than one.
Fifteen
ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD
Tucker
Ophelia’s like a drug to my soul I never knew I craved.
I thought having her seated in front of me would be easy, but her delectable ass between my thighs is the best worst kind of torture.
It’s not often you see a guy on the back of a bike with a woman up front—likeever—and I hate to admit we have garnered some looks, but I’ve got no fucks to give.
I’ve sung along to her playlist. I have been witty and a smartass for most of her half of the ride. Reason? I had to keep my dick from wanting to play poke-the-bubble butt.
I’ve been giving her a hard time about some of her music choices—all in good fun. I’ve enjoyed the banter, but to be honest, I’ve liked every one of the songs on her playlist. She’s an incredible chick who handles this Harley like she’s been doing it for years and has an appreciation for good road music.
On the other hand, I have put great thought into planning my playlist while seated back here, starting with a couple of songs from the Frozen soundtrack and then moving onto “Gangnam Style”and “Who Let the Dogs Out.” Followed by:Copacabana,The Ketchup Song,Watch Me Whip,Surfin’ Bird,and Duck Sauce’sBarbra Streisand.And then I’m rounding the ride off with The Proclaimers’ “I’m Gonna Be” that I’m hoping she will be on board to sing-along with me.
I sent a message to alert my family that I’m bringing a guest for breakfast and our estimated arrival time. I also called on a good friend to assist me with impressing Ophelia. I’m running short on time to put my best foot forward. I need to keep her for as long as possible to reveal the man behind the cocky. She may have her rules, but I will be going away, and I need to make sure she won’t forget me.
I knew I wanted to stretch my time out with Ophelia during the balloon ride. In truth, the hot air balloon package I paid for was a three-hour morning, which included a winery tour and champagne breakfast after the flight, but I wanted Ophelia all to myself. I didn’t want to waste the time I had mingling with others. I wanted one-on-one time.
It would have been too easy for her to run away from me again if I suggested we take breakfast in Old Temecula Town—fooled once. I’ve had fun playing with my cocky persona with this woman, but now I want her to seeme.The real Tucker Royal that only my family and close friends get to witness. I want Ophelia to meet my sisters, who are my secret weapon.
What have I got to lose?
Everybody else, including my work colleagues, sees the guy I allow them to see. He is confident, cocky—sometimes outrageously so—he jokes around. He’s a performer.
I’ll be walking away from Ophelia tomorrow. You could say it has been bad timing, but I’m not giving up.
Not. A. Chance.
I am playing the long game.
I want my little spitfire to know what she is missing out on when we part ways.
I tap Ophelia on the shoulder. I can see a rest stop up ahead. “Shakespeare, time to let me have my way with the Harley, and we can stretch our legs.” She nods her head while I hijack her playlist, adding in Dr. Hook’s “Sexy Eyes.”
I start singing.
Ophelia laughs.
I think I am growing on her.
Tucker—three.
Shakespeare—one.
Sixteen
IT’S A SECRET WEAPON AMBUSH
