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That was about the same reaction all the women had when it came to a man not wearing a helmet. For some reason, when they saw us without it, every single horrible thing that could go wrong started playing through their subconscious like a movie, enlightening them on what could happen.
I’d always worn one. I’d grown up on dirt bikes, and it was second nature to put on a helmet. Just like it was second nature to snap on my seatbelt after I got into a car.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “He’s never worn one before. Doesn’t like them, but Baylee’s been on him for a long time about wearing one. He said she wouldn’t ever get him in one. So you saw a miracle today when he put it on without hesitating.”
“Well that makes me happy. Dad’s best friend died in a motorcycle crash. I don’t know if he would’ve survived if he’d been wearing a helmet, but he might have had a fighting chance. He was just driving to the store that was just a street down from his place. He left behind a wife and three kids who were devastated.”
I had my fair share of motorcycle horror stories, too.
Ones I hated thinking about, so I changed the subject.
“What did you think of your first run?” I asked, dropping down beside her on the bed to take off my boots, and then tossing them to the corner of the room.
“I think I want to just sit right here and let the feeling come back into my lower half.” She sighed, closing her eyes.
Once my socks were off, I stood and started working on my clothes.
First the belt, followed shortly by my cut, which I set nicely on the table in the corner of the room.
Then I took hold of the collar at the back of my neck and hunched my shoulders as I pulled the long sleeved t-shirt over my head.
“The feelings are definitely starting to come back into my lower half again.” Adeline rasped in a husky voice.
I turned to find Adeline’s eyes on me, dissecting my every move.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, stalking to the bed.
She nodded her head, and then moved her legs, pressing them together for relief.
Reaching my hand down, I grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her down to the end of the bed, causing her to squeal in surprised excitement.
“Kettle,” she gasped.
“Tiago. Call me Tiago.” I demanded, as I practically shredded her pants in the process of trying to free the button, and ripped them, panties and all, down her legs, leaving her bare to my hungry gaze.
“Do you know what it does to me to have your pretty little tits and your hot little pussy smashed up against me and not able to touch you? To smell your scent for five straight hours? To have you run your tiny hand up and down my stomach and thighs? I’ll tell you what. It makes me so horny for you I can’t even see straight.” I growled.
My voice sounded like it’d battled with gravel and lost with its abrasiveness.
I let my fingers explore Adeline’s inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with the very tips of my fingers.
“Touch me,” she pleaded.
I grinned at her, leaning down into the bed with one clenched fist and used the other to run the length of my palm up the smooth expanse of skin that lined her stomach.
“So soft,” I said, leaning down and kissing her skin from the top of her pubic bone until it met the barrier of her t-shirt that was bunched up underneath her breasts.
“Off,” I demanded, nudging the shirt with my nose.
She lifted up and ripped the shirt over her head, tossing it in the vicinity of the floor, leaving her in a black lace bra that cupped the perfect swells of her breasts to perfection, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I could see the dark circles of the areolas, and make out the perfect nipples that were hardened to tight peaks.
When her dainty fingers went to the clasp of her bra, I stayed her hands.
“Let me play, first.” I instructed her.
Then I showed her.
