Page 89 of My Turn Petal
He smirks, knowing I’m bluffing because it isn’t. “Yours...?”
With a simple stare, he can make my heart rate dash to the roof.
He grabs my jaw, angling my face higher. “It’s my turn, petal. My turn to make up for all those wasted years, I could’ve kissed your lips while pleasuring your body and soul.”
“Perhaps… it was the right time for us,” I comment, staring back into his lustful gaze.
“Maybe.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
I giggle, “I’ll let you think that, Mr. Roberts.”
“I’m sure you would Mrs. Roberts.”
There are no boundaries to how madly in love I am with him. And I fall harder every single day. He accepted me just the way I am despite my condition, and he gave me time to blossom into the flowers he kept planting in my life over the years.
It never bothered him and he never complained, even when I did. I will love him for the rest of my days if he’d want me to.
He will, otherwise, I’m cuffing him to the headboard and forcing him to fuck me all night long—consensually of course.
“You’re giving me the ‘please, fuck me’ eyes,” Theo says as I spin around him.
“Am I?”
“I can read you like an open book.” He replies.
I answer with amusement on my tongue, “Can you write my story?”
“I already am,” his lips graze mine.
As each day goes by, he adds more and more chapters to our journey.
“Hey, Frankie,” I turn to see Ronnie standing beside us, “We’re going for a ride, you two coming?” There’s a challenge in his voice.
“Bet your ass we are,” I respond and Theo chuckles.
Ten minutes later, bike next to bike, we’re lined up waiting for the traffic light to hit the green.
Ronnie and Bradley fight over their girlfriend, Amber. But right now she’s Ronnie’s backpack while Bradley rides on his own. Luka on his bike, Dylan on hers. Dean and Lennon ride together. And Dean’s cousin, Meadow, rides on his beast.
“Okay Julia, show us what you’re made of.” Dean talks to Luka’s old bike.
Luka quickly responds, “Make sure her tire doesn’t blow out on the freeway.” Then he pretends to smack his bike’s tank fuel as Dylan watches—these two. “Or maybe do, mate.”
“It happened to me once, I thought I was going to die,” Theo says while kneading my thighs. “I almost flew to hell and back again when I realized it was the tire and not something else.”
“Fucking hell, it happened to Ronnie while we were out.” Amber joins the conversation. “There was no reception, we had to push the bike miles back to my parents’ house.”
“Road bumpers,” Dean declares.
“I hate those too.” A few men say in their helmet’s speaker.
“My nuts got hurt like a son of bitch,” Meadow chuckles, “I thought I got a free vasectomy.”
“Oh man, I couldn’t breathe for five minutes straight, and then I stopped by the side of the road to get some air,” Ronnie says and the rest confirm.
