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“Already? I thought the year just started.” Mountain seemed nervous now.
Amber was wondering where all the confidence he showed earlier went. “Yeah they did them in the first week. We got them back in the second week of school. They’ve only been back since the end of August.” Sitting on her stairs, she pulled on a pair of knee high boots. Not shit kickers like he wore, more for the woman on the town, but they went with the outfit sort of.
Amber made her way over to where he stood.
“Ready to ride today? It’s a nice day out. And the sweatshirt should protect you.” Mountain pointed to the garment.
“I figured I’d need it if we’re going on the bike.” She tugged the zipper up to the bottom of her neck.
“Let’s go.” Mountain touched the middle of her back and guided her outside toward his large Harley Soft Tail Glider that stood on the side of the street.
Amber knew bikes. Before he passed away, her father had been an avid rider and only rode Harleys. Being a bit of a daddy’s girl, she’d learned as much as she could, though most of it came from calendars with half naked women straddling the bikes, it didn’t dissuade her from memorizing the chassis and names.
Mountain slid on the motorcycle and made himself comfortable before reaching out and taking her hand. “It’s easier to put your hand on my shoulder to get on the bike.”
“I know. This isn’t my first rodeo.” She quickly slid on the bike behind him and settled herself up against his massive body. It was so different than riding behind her dad. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Her arms barely fit around his body he was so large.
The smell of leather, aftershave and fresh air wafted off his jacket.
“Here’s a helmet for you.” He handed her back a helmet and she put it on.
“Where’s yours?” she questioned, the vision of Baldy shorn face made her body jerk a bit from the memory.
“You been talkin’ to Red,” Mountain replied and reached back to retrieve a second helmet. “Not used to the mandatory order yet.”
The helmet was old, she could tell that, the scuff marks weren’t from the road, just being tossed here and there. As long as he was protected, she was good with it. With a loud roar, his bike came alive and vibrated between her legs. The lurid images from the doorway slamming into her and making her shift forward to make sure her grip was tight.
“You ready?” he yelled back.
“Yes, this is so exciting. I’ve never done something like this before,” Amber called to him.
Ride yes, just not with a man who wasn’t related. Not one whose body filled enough of the front seat she was tightly pressed between him and the seatback. The loud motorcycle was actually pleasant to her ears, a soothing safe place. Vibration in the seat had her trying to ignore the fluttering of her pussy, as she wrapped her arms not quite long enough to make it around his large abdomen, instead she held onto his sides. The firmness of which told of the muscle below.
As the motorcycle took off down the street, Amber caught sight of several neighbors peeking out their windows or standing on their door steps. Nosey people don’t know when to mind their own business. She didn’t care. This was a pleasant morning and she was going to enjoy it, stress free.
They drove for a while before Mountain pulled into a large parking area surrounded by a lake front that was beautiful. He parked the motorcycle and helped her off then he dismounted himself leaving the bike to appear larger than when they were on it. She liked that he’d been able to find something so big that it fit his large body.
He reached into the saddle bags and pulled out a couple of brown sacks. “Lunch.” He grinned as he held them up for her to inspect before placing one in each of their helmets, so they could carry them like lunch pails.
“Okay. Where are we going?”
“I have a special spot I go to when I want to be alone. I thought it would be the perfect spot for us to eat our lunch. Come on.” He took her hand and tugged gently until she started walking next to him.
She didn’t let go though, she wanted to hang on to him. His hand encircling hers and for the first time in years, warmth flowed through her body.
They walked onto a trail that led away from the parking area into the nature preserve. Tucked under his arm was a large blanket she must have missed him grabbing from the saddlebag. It was nice to be taken care of completely. Her ex had never done something so spontaneous before and she wondered if this was what romance was all about. A man caring for her, taking her needs and wants ahead of his own and doing things without warning, just because he thought she could use the break.
“Hey, I was going to tell you I talked to Red and he has a job available for you at the clinic.”
“Really?” She stopped walking and faced him.
“Really. He liked your work at scene and said he would be able to find a position for you at the clinic in Turnabout.” Mountain pulled on her hand slightly and they started walking again.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “Every search engine has me taking a huge pay cut, working more hours or going back to Billings. Finding a job right there in Turnabout would be nice. That is kind of a far drive from Berrington. Maybe I could look for somewhere to live closer, another what’s another hour on the roads on the weekends.”
“The houses are cheap to rent in Turnabout. I know the club is remodeling a few houses I could probably even get you a good deal on one of them. Do you own your house in Berrington?”
“Yeah I own it,” she said. “Probably a dumb idea, but they were so cheap at the time, I should have known there was a reason.”
