Page 25 of Four Tattoos

She snuggles close to me, her knees pressing into the sides of my thighs, and I swear I can feel the heat of her spread legs against my ass, despite the thick pants I’m wearing. An image of how slick and pink her pussy looked the other night pops into my head, and I have to very intentionally distract myself from it, or else my dick is going to get hard.

I take her up and down a few nearby streets before stopping in a lot near the main bridge that leads off the island. “Doing okay?” I ask. She nods and smiles, giving me a thumbs-up.

“Hold tight,” I tell her, and then I set off across the bridge, wondering if she’s noticing the colors of the setting sun reflected on the water.

It’s not far, just a few miles until I turn off the main road and cut my speed as we ride past sleepy farmhouses and open pastures. When I reach our destination, I turn off the motor. Rose’s hands grip me tighter.

After taking off my helmet, I turn to help her with hers. I hope the night works out as I'm imagining it will. It's been over a week since I rode out here.

“We’re stopping here?” she asks, looking around at the empty fields that surround us. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” It’s not quite dark yet, so I don’t blame her for being confused. “We need to wait a few minutes,” I say, knowing I’m being cryptic, wanting her to be as surprised as I was when I discovered this spot.

“This is my favorite time of day,” Rose says. “The colors at dusk are so moody and stunning.”

I agree with her, but I’m surprised to learn this about her, because if I had to match Rose with a time of day, it would be sunrise, not sunset. “You must have an artistic eye,” I tell her.

She starts to object, but something catches my attention back by the edge of the woods, and I gesture for her to look in that direction. The view is hazy, but as we watch, the twinkling lights become apparent. First one, then another some distance away. Then a cluster, then an amount too high to count.

“Lightning bugs. Wow, I’ve never seen so many in one place.”

“Right?” I say, enjoying the look of wonder on her face.

We sit in silence as more and more bugs light up the field.

“I’m pretty sure a stream runs back there, right at the edge of the woods, and that’s what attracts them all.”

“How did you find this spot?” she asks.

“Completely by chance. I was riding by one evening, rounded the curve, and couldn’t believe my eyes.”

“Thanks for bringing me here. This is amazing.”

“Glad you like it,” I say. “Why don’t you sit in front of me? I think you’ll be more comfortable.” I get up, help her scoot forward, and then throw my leg over, climbing back on behind her, where I can wrap my arms around her.

She leans back against my chest, and I get another dose of the sweet scent of her hair. We sit like that for quite some time, me breathing her in, rubbing her arms to keep her warm, keeping her close.

“This is a nice bike,” she says at one point. “How long have you been riding?”

“Since my early twenties. I don’t usually go far these days, but I’m planning to go out west. I really want to ride out there.”

“On a vacation?” she asks, her eyes still on the firefly display.

“To live,” I clarify. “I think it’s my kind of place—the desert scenery, the big sky, the wide open places.”

“Oh.”

Her body stiffens almost imperceptibly when I tell her about my plans. If she wasn’t snuggled in so close to me, I wouldn’t have been aware of the change.

I dip my head to lay a kiss on her neck, and when she melts into me, I slide my palms over her thighs and up toward her center.

My thumbs graze over her fly, and she lets out a soft moan.

“What is it about you four?” she murmurs.

“What do you mean?” I stroke downward to find heat radiating between her legs.

“I’ve never responded to anyone like this before. A few mere touches and you have me so worked up.”

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