the past tonight. I shouldn’t have brought it up.
Taking the frame from her hold, I set it down on the table, then turn to face her. “What do you say we head out and see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
“Why not?” She slings a small purse across her torso and sets her alarm. She checks to make sure the door is locked once we’re on the front landing. Living alone as she does, I like that she’s safety conscious.
“You should get a dog. A big one,” I unexpectedly offer.
“Why should I?” She seems amused by my suggestion.
“You’re a beautiful woman who lives alone.”
“Nah. This neighborhood is as safe as they get.”
“It’s definitely a nice looking neighborhood,” I agree as we head down the three steps. “Do you handle your own landscaping?”
“I hired someone to create the beds and borders for me, and I did all the planting. I have someone who mows and trims my lawn, but I do the rest.”
“You’ve got a good eye for color and placement.”
“Funny you should say that, my mom is an art teacher. I must’ve picked up some of her knowledge through osmosis.”
We pause beside my motorcycle in her driveway. “Here you go.” I hand her my extra helmet. “Safety first.” She slips it over the top of her head, and I help her push it down until all I can see is from her nose up. Thick-lashed, warm brown eyes stare up at me.
Christ. She even makes a full-face helmet look sexy.
“Have you ridden on one of these before?”
“No, never.”
Pleasantly surprised by her answer, I smile. “I’m glad I’m your first ride.”
She rolls her eyes.
I fasten my own brain bucket on my head and straddle my favorite girl. She and I have been together for five years. We’ve traveled a lot of miles and shared some amazing rides.
Roxanne remains frozen in place beside the bike, as if it might bite her. “Climb on, Rocky.” Studying the motorcycle, she rubs her lips together, like she’s trying to decide her best course of action. “Don’t be afraid. I’ve got control of the bike. Just get on.”
She steps on the peg with her left foot, slinging her right leg over the seat. She wiggles around on the black leather, trying to get comfortable. Reaching back, I place my hand on her hip, dragging her forward until she’s pressed against me. “Grab on to me and hold tight. When we take a corner your natural instinct will be to lean away from the turn. Don’t do that. Lean into the turns with me. We’re not going to tip over, even though you may feel like we will.”
“Okay,” she mumbles with uncertainty, sliding her arms around my waist.
I rub her hands, pushing them into my stomach muscles. “Hold on and don’t let go. I’ll take it slow, Rocky. You’re safe with me.” It sounds the same as if I was coaxing a virgin in my bed, and I chuckle. Not that I’m used to virgins. The women I typically spend time with are experienced and know the score.
“Don’t laugh at me.” She hammers my stomach with her fist. Luckily, because of her position, there’s no power behind it.
“I was laughing at myself, not you. Are you ready?”
“I guess so.”
“You can close the shield on your helmet if you want. It’ll keep the wind from your eyes.” She draws one hand away, and I hear the sound of the thick, clear plastic snapping shut. Her arm wraps around me once more, squeezing tightly, her fingers twisting in the material of my shirt. I know she’s nervous.
I caress my hand over her leg and squeeze her outer thigh. “Relax.”
She settles into me, her tits pressing into my back and her pelvis is cushioned against my ass. Between both of those things, I’m going to be riding with a hard-on. Fucking fantastic.
I turn the ignition and twist the throttle, and the pipes rumble to life. Popping the kickstand up with my heel, I check over my left shoulder and thunder out onto the road, nearly setting Roxanne’s car alarm off as we go.
“Ack,” she shrieks in my ear. I smile, enjoying every second of her closeness. Life can’t get much better than riding my favorite girl while having a gorgeous woman clinging to me. The only woman who’s captured my interest for more than one night in years.
“What is this place?” Roxanne questions as we approach the old brick warehouse.
“Guess.”
“It looks a little sketchy from the outside. Are