Page 14 of The Biker's Hidden Obsession

I twist the throttle just enough to hear the engine roar. “Another time. Not right before the wedding. You’ve got enough on your mind.”

The sun slants through the clouds, setting the lake on fire with fractured light

Sienna shifts her weight in the sand beside me. “Why? Is it ‘cause it’ll make me hate him? I hate him already.”

“No,” I groan, “it’ll make you hateme.”

Chapter Seven

Sienna

I stare at Mae through a half-drunk pint of beer that’s still foaming. It’s the night before her wedding and I’m trying my best to be upbeat, but all I can think about is Tennessee.

“So, that dude is hot as hell. How was fishing?”

I think back to my legs spread in the sand while he begged me to touch myself, and a chill runs up my spine. “It was good. We had a good time. Didn’t catch much.” My voice sounds flat as I tip-toe around the reality of how the day ended.

She grins widely but there’s a thread of something dark behind it, like something isn’t right.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh,” she takes a sip of beer as we watch the local indie band play a Morgan Waylon song off-key, “it’s nothing. I just… things have been weird with Rick.”

“How so? You guys were so excited last week during the video call. Did something happen?”

“No, I… sort of. I mean, no.” She tilts her head to the side, then brushes her dark red hair back away from her face. “It’s not a big deal. I just… I found this text in his phone from some girl who was talking about how great dinner was, and when I questioned him, he said it was a work lunch and that I was worrying over nothing. But… I don’t know. I’m all in my head about it now. I’m so insecure.”

“What? No, you’re not. You’re human. Did you tell him you didn’t want him going to lunch with women from work? I mean, that’s weird.”

“Is it, though? I mean, it’s just lunch and they work together.”

“It’s weird. I’d be pissed if Tennessee were going to lunch with other women, especially if they were texting him about it afterward.” I realize after I’ve said his name that I’m talking about him as though he’s actually mine. He’s not.

I don’t know where we stand. He didn’t say much on the ride back and I walked away before he could speak when he dropped me off. Looking back, it was childish. He’s trying to protect me and I’m throwing myself at him like some desperate virgin.

In my defense, I actually am a desperate virgin.

“I’m not saying cancel the wedding, but maybe tell him how uncomfortable it makes you.”

“Oh, I did. Trust me. He thinks I’m being insecure, too.” She shakes her head and takes another sip of beer. “You have it so good with an older man. Is it true that they know how to treat a woman?”

I think about how hard he tried to hold back. Any guy my age would’ve just fucked me. They wouldn’t have struggled to be honest about their truth because they would’ve lied about it. On top of that, they’d bail on helping me tomorrow, because most twenty-five-year-old boys don’t have any grit whatsoever.

“He’s pretty great. A little strict,” I smile, thinking of the demands he made earlier on the sand again, “but I kind of like it.”

She leans back and takes another sip of beer. “Strict, huh? Like how? Giving you curfews or tying you up to the bed and giving you spankings?”

I laugh too quickly. “You’ve had way too much beer.”

“And you’re blushing,” she says as she smirks.

“He knows my dad somehow.” I blurt the truth out before I think it through.

“What?” Her eyes widen. “How?”

“I don’t know. We figured it out this afternoon. I guess they knew each other from college or something. He’s blaming himself now.”

“Ask him.”

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