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“Almost there,” he said, his hot breath fanning the flames of her mounting passion.
He maneuvered them around something, a table most likely, and Jeanette gripped his forearm tighter. “Where are we going?”
“Ah, there we go,” he said, tugging them to a stop. “Now, open your eyes.”
Jeanette opened her eyes. There, sitting on the table where they’d shared their first conversation, sat a sparkly red helmet. Wrapped around the back of one chair was a smaller version of Hunter’s black leather jacket. Small enough for a woman. Jeanette picked up the helmet, then ran her fingers over the soft leather collar on the jacket. Her gaze shot to his. “Hunter?”
“It’s for you,” he explained, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. “So you’ll have your own gear when we ride.” Hunter reached out and turned the helmet. On the back, written in fancy white script, were the words LITTLE LOVE.
Jeanette’s vision blurred. “Hunter, it’s beautiful.” She placed the helmet carefully on the table and went up on her tiptoes. “Thank you,” she whispered as she pressed her lips to his.
Hunter groaned. His arms came around her, hugging her tight as he deepened the kiss. He licked her lower lip and growled, “Baby?”
His rough voice had her pussy creaming. “Hmm?” she said, having a hard time focusing on the conversation with his scent filling her nostrils and his soft, firm lips a breath away.
“Can we please go back to my place now? I really want to talk about those fantasies of yours some more.”
Jeanette pushed her fingers through his thick, dark hair and said, “I can tell you about this one fantasy I have. There’s a blindfold…and a feather.”
Hunter’s gaze darkened as his hands skimmed down her back to cup her bottom. “You want me to blindfold you?”
“The blindfold isn’t for me.”
He stiffened against her. “Uh, sweetheart, I think it might be more fun if we—”
She placed two fingers against his lips, silencing him immediately. “You got your way with the camera, which we forgot to erase, by the way. It’s my turn.”
Hunter squeezed her buttocks, his cock a hard length between them. “You are so fucking hot.”
In that instant Jeanette no longer felt like a pear-shaped wallflower. She was a beautiful, curvy woman. “So you’ll let me?”
Hunter kissed the tip of her nose. “Anything you want, sweetness. I’m yours.”
Jeanette smiled. “Let’s go for a ride, Motorcycle Man.”
“Hell yeah,” he growled.
Epilogue
Lydia looked out Dane’s front window at the three tall, shirtless hunks standing in the driveway. They were drinking beer and oohing and aahing over Hunter’s motorcycle. She laughed when Dane smoothed his hand over the chrome for the umpteenth time. “I’ve never seen Dane stroke something quite so much. Look at him. He’s half in love with that thing. I think I’m jealous.”
Roni snorted. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Jake kissed it. He loves anything with pretty paint and a great engine.”
Jeanette licked icing off her fork and said, “Hunter wants to buy me a motorcycle, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. I sort of like riding with him.”
Roni’s eyes bulged. “Damn, I’m still trying to get used to seeing you with that leather jacket and red helmet.”
“This strawberry cake is heavenly, Jeanette,” Lydia said as she took another bite of the sweet confection. “No one bakes like you.”
“Thanks. Hunter likes it when I cook. He says I smell yummy.” She covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “God, the man is insatiable.”
“It’s been a month since the bet,” Lydia blurted out, as she put her fork down and stared at her two best friends sitting at the counter next to her. “So, who won?”
“That’s a good question.”
The comment came from the other side of the room. Dane stood there, his tan muscular chest and black swim trunks sending her libido into overdrive. The man had a body to rival the gods. His hot gaze ate her up. Lydia’s stomach did a little flip, knowing what that look meant. When Jake and Hunter stepped into the room behind him, both grinning, Lydia knew they were in for trouble.
“Girl talk, fellas,” Roni inserted. “Go back to admiring Hunter’s sexy machine.”
