Page 13 of Wild Curves
“I thought you wouldn’t mind having us at your place. We haven’t seen you in so long. But if you don’t want us there, I’ll find a hotel.”
She sniffs, and Maggie puts her hand over her mom’s quickly. “It’s okay, Mom. You can stay at my place.”
I’m beginning to see why Maggie comes across as shy, living under the shadow of her mother all the time. She’s too nice for her own good. But it gives me an idea.
“That’s settled then. You can follow us on my bike.”
Maggie gives me a look like she wants to throttle me, but Debbie’s too busy fluffing her hair to notice. “Come on, babe. The bike’s out back.”
Maggie stares at me for a long time and I give her a wicked smile, not sure if it’s the term of endearment or the bike that’s got her rattled. Either way, I like seeing the fire in her eyes. It makes my dick twitch thinking about her simmering energy in the bedroom.
I hold my hand out, and Maggie ignores it as she slides off the bar stool. Her parents follow us out the back to the courtyard.
I snag Maggie’s hand and clasp it firmly in mine. She digs her nails into my palm, but I don’t let go. She wanted me to play her boyfriend, so I’m doing just that.
Her parents get into their car, and I lead Maggie over to my bike. As soon as we’re out of earshot, she drops my hand.
“What are you doing?” she hisses, her eyes sparking fire at me.
“Giving them a show and getting them off your back. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it, babe?”
“Don’t call me that.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest and marches in front of me, her short legs working overtime in her huff.
She stops in front of a large road bike and grabs the helmet.
“I’ve never been on a bike before.”
A thrill goes through me. I love that I’ll give her first ride. “You’ll be fine. But that’s not my bike.”
“Damn.” She puts the helmet down in a huff and follows me to my Harley Roadster.
I pull my spare helmet out and give it to Maggie. She slips it on her head but hesitates before getting on the bike.
“Come on.” I pat the seat. “Hold onto me, and you’ll be fine.” I lean toward her until my breath is tickling her ear. “I’ll take it slow for your first time.”
She dips her head, and a pink tinge blooms on her neck. I love making my girl blush.
It’s her parents pulling up in their car that makes her get on the bike. Her hands hold the side of the seat, and I take them in mine and bring them around the front so she’s clasping me around the middle. The action makes her body slide forward and press into me, just where I want it.
“Awww.” Her mom rolls down the window and holds her phone up. “I’ve got to get a picture of you two.”
I give her my best grin as she takes a couple of pictures, keeping Maggie’s hands clasped to my body so she can’t pull away.
“I’ll get you for this, Arlo,” she mutters, which makes me chuckle. “No more dessert for you.”
I laugh harder. “Oh babydoll, you are dessert.”
Before she can make a sassy comment, I rev the engine and pull out of the compound. Maggie clings on to me, and I take it slow until I feel her relax. It’s a beautiful afternoon, and the view is stunning as we wind down the mountain road.
“So, where do you live?” I ask into the comms system. Maggie startles, and I chuckle.
“There are comms in here?”
“Yup. How else am I going to hear your beautiful voice?”
I can practically hear her eye roll. “You can stop pretending now, Arlo. My parents aren’t around to hear.”
“I’m not pretending, baby.”
