Loving Jared - Nikita Slater Page 0,15
in the morning. She'd grinned at him and told him she had to be at her job by 5 AM. The whole idea of getting up that early for any reason was unholy to him and he was not a lazy man. Just a guy that liked his beauty sleep.
Of course, he knew why Amy did it. She was a woman with children to take care of. A woman who wanted to be home in the afternoons and evenings so she could spend time with her family. His admiration for her grew.
Amy had laughingly declined his offer of a ride, telling him only she should have to get up at that ungodly hour. She’d told him that she preferred to imagine him happily tucked in his own bed. Then she turned bright red at her own unintentionally provocative words. He’d grinned and winked at her, placed a hearty kiss on her lips, ruffled the girls’ hair and left.
He then set his alarm for 4:15 AM, determined to show Amy that he was willing to commit. At this point, Jared didn't know exactly what he was willing to commit to, but he wanted to spend some time exploring his growing attachment. If he had to do it at 5 AM in the goddam morning, then so be it.
Finally, he found the light purple helmet inside a box under his workbench. He dragged it out, dusted it off and checked it over for microcracks. It’d never been used, so it should be in perfect condition, but it was five years old. He had to be sure Amy would be safe wearing it. He shoved it in the box on the back of his bike, opened his garage door and hopped on the bike.
At the turn of the ignition, his bike roared to life. The sound combined with the rumble between his thighs, and the shaking ground beneath his feet was like an aphrodisiac. He loved everything about his bike. He’d never had a prouder moment in his life than when he'd gone to buy it, finally able to afford something this luxurious. It was a Harley-Davidson Road King. Black with brushed chrome accents.
He backed out of the garage, turned the bike in the driveway and roared down the street toward the bus stop he suspected Amy would be waiting at. Sure enough, as he closed in on the bus stop, he saw a lone woman, clutching a bag, bundled in a long light blue raincoat cinched at the waist.
She looked up as he approached, her face disinterested until she realized who was on the bike. Jared was gratified to see her pretty features light up with pleasure as she recognized him. He stopped in front of her, set his booted feet on the ground and leaned back to peruse her.
Even bundled up the way she was, she was still stunningly beautiful to him. He'd seen her in a bikini, and he knew exactly what curves lay beneath those clothes.
"Wanna ride?" he asked her.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back a grin, and looked the bike over. "I've never ridden one before."
Though her words weren’t meant to be sexy, Jared's heart and cock thought otherwise. "Well now, it's time to hop on and take a ride."
He reached back, unlatched the box and pulled the helmet out, handing it to her. She took it from him and looked down at it then tentatively lifted it to her head and tried to pull it down. A good helmet needed to fit tightly, encasing the wearer’s head in a combination of hard plastic, Kevlar and polystyrene foam.
Jared twisted on the bike, gripped the helmet on both sides and pulled it down over her ears, gently running his fingers over the shells to push them inside the helmet without hurting her.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
She shook her helmeted head. "No, it's pretty squishy in here." Her words came out muffled and Jared laughed.
So fucking cute.
"It's supposed to be that way. It'll keep you safe." He gave the helmet a tap then took her hand and pulled her toward the bike. "Lift your leg over and tuck yourself in behind me."
She obediently did as he asked, awkwardly hopping on the bike behind him and then wiggling her hips to settle against his ass. That was the moment Jared realized this was probably a mistake. Riding a bike with a hard-on was not a comfortable thing to do, but it looked like that's exactly what he had just signed up