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Well, I guessed I just got confirmation that I wasn’t the only one who liked how the other looked…
“I’ll make sure to eat my meatloaf and smear it all over my mouth. Think that’ll turn her off?”
“I think it’ll help. Maybe eat like a pig too?”
“Your wish is my command,” I drawled as I took a noisy mock slurp of coffee that had her nose crinkling.
“Okay. Maybe not.”
Chuckling, I started rummaging through the saddlebags for the Tylenol.
Shoving the bottle at her, I directed, “Take a couple. It should kick in before we set off.”
She did as I said, then both of us focused on our food which arrived a few minutes later.
It was good. Simple but tasty, and I finished all mine, not altogether unsurprised that she didn’t. Not letting it go to waste, I ate hers too.
Politely, she waited until I was done, then she stood on her own two, trembling feet and headed to the bathroom without my help.
I settled the bill, also made use of the facilities, and found her waiting by the door to go outside.
It took her a few minutes to get back on the bike after I got myself situated, and though she released a couple sharp exhalations, she did it without complaint.
God, I loved a woman who didn’t fucking whine.
We set off, and I took us as far as I figured the Tylenol would last her. Something she silently confirmed when her hands started clutching at my abs instead of just holding my sides.
I knew it wasn’t intentional, just a way for her to process her discomfort, but I took it as a sign that we needed to stop for the night.
I pulled over at a motel that wasn’t good enough for her, but I knew things were bad when, after we stopped, she made no move to get off the back of the bike.
Squeezing her thigh, I told her, “Come on, MaryCat, let’s get some Zs.”
Her arms tightened around my waist, smushing her tits into my back, and I had to admit that felt so good, my dick started aching from the fairly innocent contact.
That was a miracle in itself seeing as I was starting to feel tired too.
When she made no other move, I encouraged her, “There’s a nice bed up there waiting for you.”
“Just keep on riding,” she rasped, exhaustion etching each word.
“I need some rest too, honey.” It wasn’t a lie, but neither was it the truth. I had a couple more hours in me, but I’d already ridden more than was wise even with all the pit stops I’d taken for MaryCat.
“Oh.” Her voice was small. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be,” I chided then twisted around to support her when she made the rookie move of getting off the bike too fast. I held her up as she sagged against me.
“Ouch.”
“Yeah. It hurts.” I winced.
“Hurts is an understatement. Just not sure why it hurts more this time,” she grumbled under her breath while her hands came to my shoulders. “It’s okay. You can let go now.”
I knew I couldn’t.
“Just a couple more minutes for your legs to get used to this position.”
I’d be hella surprised if she didn’t get pins and needles soon.
