“I can’t thank you enough, Ben.” She said as I closed the hood of her car. “How much do I owe you for the car battery?”
“Shit! I don’t get paid until Friday. Can I pay you half then and half the following week?” She looked worried and it hit me in the gut.
“Go out on a date with me and we’ll call it even.”
Her brows shot up “A date?”
“Sure. Unless you have a boyfriend. If you do, then he’s one lucky guy.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
She giggled and it was cute as fuck. “Just a date. No sex.”
“That happens on the second date.” I teased and winked at her. “How about Saturday afternoon. I’ll take you for a ride on the Harley.”
“I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before.”
“It’s easy and it’s fun. All you need to do is hold on to me.”
SaturdayafternoonIwalkedover to Ben’s house dressed in a black tank top, jeans and a pair of sneakers. Ben stood beside his black Harley, looking so damn sexy! His broad shoulders and tattooed arms were tanned, and he wore a grey tank top, torn, faded jeans with black boots. He hadn’t put on his shades yet and when I looked into his sky-blue eyes, I was weak in the knees.
“Are you ready to ride Madi?” he said with a sexy deep voice.
Ben placed a helmet on my head and snapped it in place under my chin. “This lid is DOT approved, to protect that pretty head of yours.”
He snapped his helmet on, we put our shades on, then Ben swung his leg over his bike, climbing on. I climbed on behind him and was brazen enough to wrap my arms around his waist. I touched the solid muscles of his stomach and inhaled deep to catch his male scent. He smelled just as yummy as he looked.
He started the bike and it roared to life. Then he placed one hand down on both of mine, “You’re gonna be a natural at this. I can feel it already.”
I felt completely safe with Ben as we rode on his motorcycle. I leaned with him into the curves it did feel natural to me. But after a thirty-minute ride, I was ready to get off. I think Ben could tell I needed a break since I was new to it. He parked the bike atTheGrits N Gravy Diner. It was printed on their sign that they were established back in 1955.
After we climbed off the bike and took our helmets off, Ben offered his hand to me and I took it. An erotic jolt of energy passed between us making my pulse race. We just stood there staring into each other’s eyes for a long moment. I was breathless. I couldn’t speak.
Ben cleared his throat, “I hope you felt that too.”
All I could do was just nod ‘yes’.
I wanted him to kiss me so badly right at that moment. But he moved first, and we walked hand in hand into the diner together. But I hoped he would kiss me by the time our date ended.
Ben said it wasn’t a fancy restaurant for the first date, but the diner had the best greasy food within a hundred-mile radius.
We sat in a booth and ordered the same thing - cheeseburgers, fries, and two of their famous root beer floats. Ben was very comfortable in his own skin but was not arrogant. He had this boyish charm and a goofy sense of humor, making me laugh at some of the silliest things. He worked at Maniac Motors - a custom car builder shop, working there as a mechanic. Ben knew so much about cars, motorcycles, and anything that was pretty much a machine of some kind.
I felt dizzy and drunk with happiness, while I clung tight to Ben on the ride back. He cupped his hand on the back of my left thigh as the warm summer air pushed against us.
Ben parked the bike up into his driveway. When we climbed off, he hung the helmets on the handlebars. He was quick, snatching me around the waist and kissing me. I moaned, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. He bit my bottom lip, then drew it into his mouth and sucked lightly, while pressing me close against his hard body.
I gasped, “I’m dizzy. If you let me go, I think I’ll fall.” I whispered.