Page 49 of Fang
“You mean other than the flowers?”
He leans forward, grabbing a bright orange helmet. It’s slimmer and more feminine. Obviously for a woman.
“How did you know?” I ask, looking at the color I love so much.
“Penelope let it slip. I should have asked you myself, but I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, I’m surprised,” I tell him, turning toward him. “And thankful.”
“Here, let me put it on for you.”
I stand there, letting him put the helmet on me and securing it.
Once it’s on, he grabs the helmet by the chin, pulling me close to him. “Hang on tight. I’m going to go a little faster tonight.”
Butterflies are going crazy in my stomach as I look up at him. This feels good. Being with him feels right.
“You just want to feel my boobs on your back,” I joke.
He smirks. “I mean, I don’t hate that either. Don’t think I didn’t feel your hands all over my abs last time.”
“Hey, I was trying to stay alive.” I play offended, but the smile on my face ruins it.
“I’ll sacrifice my body for your safety.” He leans down as if he might kiss me even though he can’t reach me through the helmet.
The intensity in his eyes makes my breath catch. Then he flips down my visor.
I take a few deep breaths as he puts his own helmet on, mounting the bike. Then he holds his hand out for me.
I wrap my body around his, my hands finding their way on his abs just like he said. I rub them a little. His laugh echoes in my helmet.
“I can hear you,” I exclaim.
“Yep. Now we can talk as we ride.”
I smile. I think I could get used to this.
When Cami first climbed behind me on my bike, I had no idea what we were unlocking. It’s become an addiction. I would try everything I could to get her back where she belongs.
She wasn’t wrong when she said I liked feeling her tits pressed against me, but it’s more than that. I like having her hands on my chest and knowing that all I have to do is reach back and I can touch her.
It makes her feel like mine.
She is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. I have to show her.
That’s why I brought her to Cosmic Mayhem, a local arcade that also has axe throwing, billiards, and glow-in-the-dark mini golf. When we pulled up, she looked surprised, but by the time she kicked my ass at mini golf and billiards she was having a blast. Now we are onto axe throwing as the night draws to a close. This place closes soon, and I’m not ready to take her home.
“Okay, how about we risk it all for the biscuit?” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her from the back.
She leans back into me, making me smile. At first she was a little shy, but as the night has gone on, our touches have become more frequent. The comfort is setting in.
“What do you have in mind?” she asks, turning in my arms as she looks up at me, her hands falling to my chest.
“How about for each axe you land, I will answer whatever question you want and you do the same for me?”
She hesitates. I know why. We have already gone over parts of her childhood. Not in great detail, but I know she is traumatized by it. We have also talked about her college and what she is studying. She stopped everything when I asked about the future, though. I want to know why that is, and she knows it.
Not that I am any better. I was happy to tell her all about my childhood and the shit I’ve long since gotten over, but I didn’t want to get into what led me to Texas. She did, however, get my real name out of me.We both have our secrets. Things on the line.
