Page 67 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

Motorcycles were fun, fast, and riveting. The truth was, however, they also hadn’t ever really been Beau’s thing. The roar of the engine, the vibrations between his thighs, the world whizzing by fast and quiet never gave Beau any kind of high. Motorcycles had brought him frustration. They also gave him a snapped tibia, surgery, countless hours of physical therapy, and a season off the turf because the injury had been so severe.

But the moment he had learned riding a motorcycle was on Sienna’s wish list, Beau was determined to give her that moment, so determined that he tried—and failed—to build one when he was younger. And when he could afford a bike, Beau pushed through, just in case he would find himself in this exact moment, with Sienna behind him, arms around his waist, her thighs caging the bottom of his body.

By the time they made it out of Brookwood, flying down a smooth, long winding road flanked by tall yellowing grass waiting for a spring refresh, he never wanted to get off the bike again if she was along for the ride.

Between the helmets, Beau couldn’t hear Sienna. But with her chest to his back, he caught the hitch of each excited breath, the way her fingers would quickly dig harder into his waist as he accelerated. It was an indescribable feeling, living through her excitement.

They rode for over an hour as dusk began streaking the horizon with hues of ethereal pink and orange. There wasn’t anything special about that sunset, Beau realized. But like the bike itself, with Sienna, it was different.

Beau was about to slow the bike and pull over when Sienna’s grip on his waist loosened finger by finger, and he knew what was coming next.

When Sienna only had one hand on Beau, he reached down, squeezing her thigh, sensing her hesitancy.Go on. I’ve got you,he said with his touch as he looked ahead at the open, smooth road. Beau’s small assurance was all Sienna needed. Squeezing her thighs tighter against him, she leaned back and let go.

Even though he hadn’t been able to hear much over the roaring engine for the entire ride, in that moment, Beau heard Sienna. Her laughter sounded through her helmet and his, through padding and plastic, straight into Beau’s heart, bouncing around each chamber, changing his heartbeat.

When her hands returned to his waist, Beau slowed, bringing the bike to a stop on the side of the quiet road. As soon as he put the kickstand down, Sienna bounced off, half stumbling into the grass. She pulled the helmet from her head and placed it on the ground, shaking her messy blonde tresses free. Beau removed his helmet and watched as she raised her hands toward the sky and spun, as if she hadn’t stopped flying, as if her feet were off the ground, head in the clouds—and she was free.

Halting, Sienna faced him, her chest heaving, a smile painted on her face. Her hair glowed in the changing light, circling her in a halo. He was about to swing one leg over the bike when Sienna stalked purposefully to him.

Before he could move, she reached him and swung a leg over the motorcycle, landing in his lap. Beau had to plant his feet firmly on the ground, gripping his toes through his boots to keep the bike—and them—upright when Sienna pressed her lips fiercely to his, clutching the back of his neck.

The humming and buzzing of the engine egged Beau on and he slid his hands down Sienna’s back to her ass, kneading as he pushed up into her while trying to maintain his balance. The intensity of her kiss was a far contrast to the calm, serenity of the ride and left Beau craving more—more of her mouth, her body, the way she made his world spin even though they were standing straight.

On the quiet road sandwiched between the overgrown meadows, under the setting sun, Sienna pushed and ground against him. Her thighs clenched as she panted into Beau’s mouth, seemingly desperate for the same thing he had been waiting for since he was a teenager—the closest connection.

He released one hand’s grasp on her jeans and slid it beneath Sienna’s shirt, his fingers dancing and creeping up warm skin to cup her through her bra.

And even though more than a decade had passed, the feel of Sienna in his hands, the weight of her on his throbbing lap, Beaufelteighteen—ravenous as he ran his lips, tongue, and teeth down Sienna’s neck, desperate when she rolled her hips as if she was captive with an ache only he could soothe.

A moan floated from her mouth—soft and airy as it dusted against his hair. But on the vacant road nearing nightfall, it wasloud, a sobering reminder of where they were.

When Sienna wound her hands through his hair to pull Beau’s face to hers, he fought it. “Wait,” he panted straight into her mouth as she battled harder.

“Are you really going to stop me?” Her tongue traced the whisper she left against his ear.

No, Beau told himself when he couldn’t find his voice, and he let Sienna continue to writhe in his lap.Please, please don’t stop. But when her hand moved between them to his belt buckle, Beau grabbed it firmly.

“Yes,” he admitted with a heavy swallow, leaning back to look at her.

“Why?” Sienna bit her lip, both question and frustration evident on her face, and Beau quickly reached out, pulling it free with his thumb.

“Because,” he said, trying to stifle the groan in his throat when Sienna sank her teeth into his finger. “Because for what I have planned, we need time.” Beau paused, glancing around. “And space.”

“I see nothing but wide-open, Texan spaces.”

“Not here.” Beau stood his ground but couldn’t help leaning closer, pressing a kiss to Sienna’s still-racing pulse. “Big bed.” He kissed her neck again. “Soft sheets.” Beau’s lips lingered, and he left another kiss for good measure and smiled at the flex of her throat when he pulled away. “Andplentyof time. It’s Scrabble night.”

“Can we do it again?”

“What? The kiss or the ride?”

“Both. But I was talking about the bike. Do I need to ask for a kiss at this point?”

“Never.” He shifted on the bike seat. “Was it everything you dreamed it would be?”

The only thing more beautiful than the sunset surrounding them was the smile on Sienna’s face.

“More,” she admitted with a sigh. “And with that sun... it was magical, Beau.”

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