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I shake my head. “I got my license when I was sixteen and drove a little bit but then went off to college, and after that, I was just driven places.”
Suddenly, she sits up and claps her hands. “Four-wheelers!”
“Sorry, what?” I ask.
“Max’s brother, Winston, has four-wheelers. What if I got him to drop them off and we drove those into town? We could take the trail. No traffic,” she suggests.
“I…don’t know,” I say, feeling my anxiety begin to uptick.
“How about just around the driveway first? For me…please?” she asks. Then she pauses. “I know that’s a big ask. Sorry, sometimes I get overly excited about a new idea.”
I pull her into my lap and kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s alright. It’s not a horrible idea. I don’t know how I’d react. I don’t think of a four-wheeler as a car, although they aren’t super safe.”
She rolls her eyes. “We’ll wear helmets.” She looks so hopeful, and something about that makes me want to try, which surprises me.
“Fine. Let’s try it,” I say.
She grins and leans forward, pressing her lips to mine. I roll us over so I’m on top. I press my erection against her center.
“How about we take care of that problem first?” she murmurs against my lips.
“It’s a problem?”
She laughs as she grips my cock and I groan. “Sort of. But I have a solution,” she says as she guides me toward her entrance. With my last ounce of restraint, I grab a condom and quickly roll it on before letting her go back to putting me where she needs me. We both let out deep breaths as I sink into her.
“Or…we could stay here all day,” I suggest as I begin moving slowly, thrusting deeper with each stroke.
“Not a chance, you can’t dick-notize me,” she murmurs.
“Dick-notize?” I ask.
“You know, hypnotizing me with your dick,” she explains.
I laugh. “Oh, beautiful, I think I like that.”
“Me too,” she breathes before I increase my pace and bring her to orgasm. When she screams my name, I decide that’s my new favorite sound.
* * *
Bastian’s eyes nearly double in size when Isa waltzes into my kitchen and announces that Max is bringing over four-wheelers.
“Say what?” he asks, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline.
“We’re going into town,” Isa declares as she wraps an arm around my middle and squeezes her body against mine. I admit, her body heat pressing into mine is comforting, but it in no way takes away my nerves. I feel as though my body is abuzz with anxiety.
“Wow…just…wow,” he manages as he places a spoon down on the countertop.
He raises a quizzical eyebrow at me. I shrug. He smirks. I glare.
“OK, you two, enough with the silent conversation,” Isa says as she looks between us. Then she focuses on Bastian. “I merely suggested that it’s high time that Adam starts to work on his PTSD, and since he doesn’t view four-wheelers in the same light as cars, I figured that was a great place to start.”
“Right…start him on something way more dangerous…great plan,” Bastian says, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Isa groans. “We’re going to go slow. Just on the trail. No big deal. And seriously, after I flew off Cleo yesterday, it’s probably safer than horses.”
“Had I known you have a penchant for not staying on the horse, I would have packed a helmet and knee pads,” Bastian retorts.
“That’s enough, you two,” I growl. “What’s for breakfast?”
