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He nodded his head and kissed me lightly.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab the keys,” Steve said.

“Alright,” Jak responded as he released me.

“You fucker. You ride?” I gasped.

“I used to. I had a friend who was killed on one, so I stopped. I just came to the realization it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his. He’d been drinking and he was speeding,” he said softly.

“I’m sorry about your friend, but you’re right. Alcohol and bikes,” I paused and shook my head, “that’s a bad mix.”

“Sure is,” he responded.

“So, seriously, you’re going to ride it?”

He nodded his head eagerly.

Holy fuck. Jak on a bike.

I looked at the black Street Glide. It was gorgeous. Thinking of riding together began to excite me greatly. Riding on the back of Jak’s bagger would be a blast. The thought of holding on to him with the wind in our faces and Jak wearing a wife beater and his boots…

Rollin’ sex.

“Karter, you little fucker,” I heard Teddy scream across the showroom floor.

I turned to toward the parts department. Teddy stood on the other side of the counter waving his arms like an idiot. I turned to face Jak and grinned.

Shit, I’m soaked.

“Shit, Jak,” I sighed.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“Not with him, no. That’s Teddy, he’s cool. The problem,” I paused, looked down at my crotch, and nodded my head once.

Jak looked down at the floor and slowly up and into my eyes. His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows in wonder.

“My pussy,” I sighed.

“Oh, did you start your period?” he whispered.

“No I didn’t start my period, dork. Thinking about you on a bike made me wet. Stick your hand in here,” I said as I pulled the waist of my jeans away from my stomach.

Jak looked around the dealership and down at the waist of my jeans.

Oh fuck yes, I was totally kidding, but do it.

Do it.

Stick your hand in my pants.

“I can’t. Not in here,” he whispered.

You big pussy.

I shook my head and released the waist of my jeans. I raised my index finger between us and used my smart assed voice, “You might be big, and you might buy a bike, but you’ve got a ways to go to be a biker.”

That ought to do it.

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