Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I grin. “You want to take me out?”
He stares at me. “That’s what I asked, isn’t it?”
“In public?”
“Not wearin’ that I’m not.”
I half laugh, half blush and keep my arms across my chest. “To be fair, honey, I did just get out of bed.”
“It’s nine am.”
“I worked late,” I protest.
“Well, go and get changed and we can have this coffee and go.”
I stare at him, narrowing my eyes. “Why can’t we have the coffee first?”
“Because if you stay in those shorts, I’m going to pull them to the side, release my cock, and slide it home without hesitation. I’m horny as fuck, and you look fuckin’ good. So, go and get changed. I didn’t come here to fuck you, I came here to take you out.”
I swallow, and I know my cheeks are pink, but damn, nobody has ever spoken to me like that. So crude, and yet so weirdly gentlemanly. Strange man.
“Okay,” I say, turning and hurrying down the hall and into my bedroom.
I quickly clean up, get changed into a pair of jeans and a tank, and then pull my hair up into a pony tail before joining Boston back at my kitchen table. I sit down and he slides the coffee toward me. “So,” I ask, sipping it and moaning because damn, it’s good. “Why are you taking me out today? Don’t you have any friends to hang out with?”
He stares at me, blankly. “Got plenty, wanted to do somethin’ different. You’re fun, I gotta get away from the club sometimes.”
Fair call.
I can’t say I blame him.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, holding his eyes and wanting to just stay here and fuck him all day long, slow, and hard, maybe all at the same time.
“I don’t make plans, I just go with it. We’ll get on the bike and see where we end up.”
I smile—I like that plan. “I like that lack of a plan.”
He sips his coffee and, for a moment, we both fall silent.
“You have anything else you wanted to do today?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “No, sir, I’m all yours.”
His eyes flash, and I cross my legs to stop the ache that’s already beginning to form, and I haven’t even touched him, or sat close to him. Imagine how hard that’s going to be when I’m tucked on that bike behind him. The very thought of spending the day pressed against his back makes me ache so hard I have to squirm a little to change position. It does nothing to ease it.
I’m filled with nervous anticipation at what the day might bring.
And also, utterly thrilled Boston wants to hang out with me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve just hung out with a man. Usually, it’s either sex or we’re dating, there isn’t a great deal of in between.
I’m totally up for in between.
Hell, maybe even a bit of both.
Yeah, definitely a bit of both.
~*~*~*~
CHANTELLE
I’ll never get over this bike. I swear it.
It just gets better and better.
Granted, I’ve only been on it twice, but the feeling it gives me is out of this world. It’s complete and utter freedom. A space to escape. No wonder Boston is in a motorcycle club, I bet he joined just to enjoy one of these babies all the time. I know I would, hell yes, I definitely would. If only girls could join clubs. I could see myself in a leather vest, riding around on a hot Harley Davidson.
I curl my fingers into Boston’s jacket, loving how hard his body is, still gloating that he came to my house to take me out. Without asking. He just did it, because he wanted to hang out with me. That feels nice. I may be a confident girl, but it is still so very rare for a man to go out of his way to hang out. Usually, we girls have to do the chasing, and if we’re ballsy enough not to, then it’s a fifty/fifty chance as to whether the man will come after us, or lose interest and find a girl who will chase him.
Sigh.
Men aren’t men anymore.
But Boston?
Definitely a man.
We ride for what feels like hours, actually, I think it very likely is. But the time passes quickly, as we wind up and down roads, through trees, up mountains, and the scenery is utterly breathtaking from a bike. I can see everything, feel everything, breathe in the fresh scent of the air. I can feel when it changes from hot to cold as we ride past a cluster of trees, and when we’re in the sun, the heat warms my whole body, making me feel completely at peace.
I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I never want to get off.
Boston stops at a café slash gas station probably an hour and a half out of town, and we both slide off the bike. My legs tremble, and I reach out automatically, using him to steady myself.