Page 120 of Sweet Hate
I open the saddlebag and pull out a glittery pink helmet. I bought it especially for her. In fact, I picked it up in store the first week she was back in town even though I was acting like a total ass. Apparently, my subconscious had plans all along.
“That is so cute!! Why do you have a pink helmet? Is it for all the ladies you entice onto your ride?” She laughs, but I can see her eyes dim. I hate that she thinks I’m a playboy creep, but then again, I guess I was for a while so I only have myself to blame.
I approach her slowly, moving to stand between her legs, my face serious. I need her to believe what I’m about to say. I run a hand up her neck, cupping her face and tilting it up until her eyes meet mine.
“Haven, I’ve neverenticed any ladiesonto my bike. This is mine and mine alone. Ever since my dad died, I felt this constant pressure, like I was trapped. He left me his company, I had Mom to worry about, and I wanted to make something of myself as a firefighter. The second I bought this, things felt a little better. This beast is my happy place. I ride it, and it clears my mind. It gives me freedom—life. I’ve never once wanted to share that with anyone. Not until now.”
She stares back at me, her wide eyes sparkling with unshed tears and her lip trembling as she says, “I’m sorry about your father.”
“Thank you, it’s OK. He’d been sick for a while, so we sort of accepted it. But I didn’t tell you that for you to pity me, Sprinks. I just need you to understand. This isn’t just some random trick I use to impress chicks into banging me. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I bought this helmet for you. The second I saw it, I knew I wanted you to come out on the bike with me, if only you’d give me half a chance.”
She sucks in a shocked breath, and I can’t resist planting a kiss on her soft lips before lowering the helmet onto her head.
Making sure it fits, and my girl is safe, I trace the freckles that dance along her nose, not quite ready to stop touching her yet. Shrugging my jacket off, I drape it around her shoulders.
“Put this on, Sprinks, it can get cold on the road. I want to make sure you’re warm enough.”
“But what about you?”
“Having you wrapped around me will keep me plenty warm.” Her gaze softens, a tiny smile playing on her lips as she shrugs my jacket on. It swamps her smaller frame, but she looks hot as fuck, my cock twitching in approval.
After I instruct her on how to sit astride the bike, I climb over and pull her flush against my back. Her thighs lineup alongside mine, and even through my way too large jacket, I can’t miss her tits pressing into my back.
Hell, riding with a boner will be a whole ass new experience.
“It’s going to get a little loud. Are you ready, Sprinks?”
She squeezes her arms around me, and I turn the engine, the bike roaring to life.
We pull out of the parking lot and speed down the road heading out of town. Her arms tighten around me as we speed up, and I feel her everywhere.
This moment will stay in my mind until the day I die. The day I found heaven on earth in her arms. She really is turning me into some hallmark bullshit. I need to calm the hell down.
We take the coastal highway, watching the sun slowly set over the ocean, before I pull onto a hidden dirt track I discovered. It leads to a little alcove that’s just perfect to take in the sunset, and the best part is no-one else has realized it’s here.
I drive down and park, removing our helmets. Her face flushed, and her wild hair get me, but her wide smile delivers the final gut punch. She looks like she loved it.
I pick her up and lean her against me, wrapping my armstightly around her while we stare out at the ocean. She immediately snuggles back into my arms and sighs contentedly.
“What did you think?” I whisper quietly into her ear.
“That was amazing. I totally get what you mean about riding now. I loved it. Thank you so much for bringing me out with you.” She tilts her head back to look up at me as she says it, making my heart hitch.
The urge to tell her how I feel is so damn strong. It’s the perfect place for it, but I know it’s too soon. Instead, I lean down to kiss her, telling her without words what she means to me.
I turn her in my arms, forcing her to straddle me, and deepen the kiss. Her hands creep under my shirt and the feel of her fingers tracing my abs zap my blood with electricity.
I need to feel her too.
Sliding my hands under her shirt, I circle her waist and explore her soft skin until I reach her pebbled nipples. With a groan, I tug them, pinching them between my fingers, making her break our kiss with a gasp.
Staring into her wild eyes, I see need burning in their depths. I want to make her come again. Here. On my bike. In my special place. I want to be able to come here and relive her screams for years to come.
“Did you enjoy feeling my beast vibrating beneath you, sweet girl? Did it leave you wanting more?”
She slowly nods, chewing that lip again, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
I want to devour her. Every damn, delicious inch. But first, I need to see her shatter in my arms.
