Page 14 of Red's Peril: Part 1

Although I’d get more miles under my belt if I were alone, the upside is her company. When we stop off to top off the gas and our stomachs, I enjoy her quick wit at the expense of some of the customers. Soon she’s got me playing the game too, as we make up imaginary histories for the men and women around us.

“He’s a salesman,” she whispers, shielding her mouth with her hand. “Got a different woman in every state.”

“You think?” I spy her target out of the side of my eye.

“Oh yes. Ill-fitting suit and look how tired he is. He keeps texting, probably trying to keep his story straight with all his women.”

I snort. To me, he seems no catch for one woman, let alone many.

“She’s a nurse.” I jerk my head at the twenty-something who’s just passed us. “Has a man, two kids, and works nights to get away from them.”

“Hmm. Kids, yes, I can see that. But a nurse? How d’you get that?” She creases her eyes.

“I’m imagining her in candy stripes,” I respond, waggling my brows up and down. She bats me on the arm and giggles but doesn’t take umbrage. So I chance my luck. “She can check my temperature anytime.”

“You can see how hot you are from just looking.” She pretends to fan herself while giving me a compliment. “Oh, him, now.” She pretends to swoon. “He must be a fitness model or a wannabe film star.”

I take a quick glance behind me. Sure, the guy is cut, and his swagger oozes arrogance. I turn back to her. “Hey, I thought it was me you said was hot.”

Placing her hand over mine, she gives me a smile and says, “Of course you’re the hottest man here, Red.” She rolls her eyes, making me laugh.

“Brat,” I tell her, grinning widely. “You done?”

She drains her coffee and starts to stand. “I’ve just got to visit the bathroom.”

After I’ve paid and taken the opportunity to empty my own bladder, we’re back on the road again.

If I were by myself I’d have carried on until the daylight meets dusk, but as the miles pass, I can feel her shifting behind me as she tries to ease her sore muscles. When we come to the outer limits of a small city, I spy a motel and turn in.

I tap her leg to get off. She eases herself off the bike, then stretches and places her hands on her backside, rubbing vigorously.

“Cheryl,” I start, reaching out my hand and cupping her cheek.

She smiles and catches my fingers. “I’m alright. Just not used to riding. I’ll get better.”

I grimace, thinking she might be too sore to ride far tomorrow. Maybe I should have cut her first long ride shorter. Still, I’m further south than I was, and every mile puts the risk of a harsh winter behind us.

Jerking my head toward reception, I dismount. “I’ll get us a room. Want to wait here with the bike?”

She rolls her neck to get the kink out of it and nods. Leaving her, I stride inside. When I enquire with more hope than expectation, I find they’ve got just what I’m looking for, a room with a tub. After I’ve fetched her and moved my bike as close as I can get it, I open the door to our room. When Cheryl spies the open bathroom her face lights up with delight.

Knowing I’ve scored points, smirking, I tell her, “I thought you could do with a good long soak after that ride.”

“I think I’m in love,” she gasps.

“With me?” I tilt my head to one side, not knowing how I’d prefer her to answer.

She laughs loudly, and she bats my arm. “Not you, you big oaf. With the tub.”

Well, that’s put me in my place. I chuckle, brushing off the brief disappointment, then go past her to turn on the taps. I look around, but apart from soap, there’s nothing to add into it.

A groan from behind gets my attention. Turning, I see she’s taken off her pants and her hands are rubbing the now visible globes of her backside. Going to her, I replace her hands with my own, digging in my fingers as I try to massage away her soreness. Of course, as I do, my cock begins to lengthen. It becomes fully erect as she takes off her t-shirt and bra, and her gorgeous tits fall free.

“Hey, babe, I could do with a soak myself. Think we could get in together?” Eyeing the tub, I work out the logistics.

When she grins, I test the temperature of the water, then carefully step in, easing myself down and stretching out as far as I can, my legs bent to accommodate my size. She eases in, lying as I wanted, her back to my front.

As the warm water laps around her, she sighs deeply. “Bliss.”

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