“Looks like you came prepared.” He teased. “What if I had said no?”
“When have you ever told me no?” I countered.
“It's happened once or twice.”
“The lies we tell ourselves.”
He shook his head before tossing his leg over the side of the bike, and adjusting his helmet. I climbed on behind him, and snuggled into him. My favorite scent enveloping me.
“Did you have a destination in mind?” He asked, as the bike's engine roared to life.
“Someplace private.”
“How private?” He asked in a flirty tone.
“Use your imagination.”
Without another word, he pulled back on the throttle, and the two of us pulled out onto the road. The instant I felt the wind I closed my eyes. I had missed the bike during my pregnancy, and took every chance I could to get on it. Owen even taught me how to drive it, although I'm still a little shaky. I'd much rather prefer to let him take control. At least on the bike.
I had no idea where we were going, but I didn't care either. I'd probably follow this man to the end of the earth if he asked me to. Our life together hasn't been all perfect though. In fact the first few weeks of Harley's life were extremely testing on our relationship. Seeing, and holding a baby every day that he knew wasn't biologically his was hard on him.
We talked about everything, and were open and honest with each other the entire way. I let him have his feelings, and go through the motions. I couldn't imagine how I would feel if the roles were reversed. Harley was a constant reminder that I had been with the man who killed his father. It took time, but eventually he was able to come to terms with things.
When she learned to walk, she only wanted to go to him. When it was time to try baby food, he's the one who got her to eat. And when she called him 'Dada' for the first time he became an entirely new man. Every doubt, and fear that he seemed to have in the beginning just washed away.
The thought of him rejecting her, and resenting me after everything scared the hell out of me. But we worked hard, and worked together. Our little family was everything that I had ever dreamed of and so much more. I gave Owen a lot of credit for helping me find myself, but the truth is I think I always knew who I was meant to be. A mom, a wife, and a damn good business owner.
Morgan bought me out of Sew New last year, which really came in handy when we were building our house. We were able to pay it off completely, which paved the way to open Lyrics & Vinyl. I still helped with the marketing aspect of things from time to time, but she really stepped up and learned to stand on her own merit. Even her father couldn't argue with her success. It seemed like all roads led me here, and there wasn't a day that passed by that I didn't thank God for putting Owen in my path.
If I had to guess, I'd say we were on the road for about half an hour before Owen pulled off the main road and onto a small gravel pathway. I tried to ask him where we were, but he just slowed down and kept driving. He knew how much I hated surprises, and yet he still kept right on trying to surprise me.
The trees around us began to get more and more dense the further we traveled. The sun was peaking through in places, sending rays shooting directly into my eyes. I squinted, letting my hands fall from Owen's waist down to his thighs.
“Unicorn.” He warned.
I gave him a little squeeze, and casually let my thumbs skim the inner seam of his jeans. He sped up a little, and I couldn't help but laugh. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game, but I couldn't help that I enjoyed it.
When the bike slowed again, I took the time to look around. I didn't recognize the area, but I just held on and waited for him to stop. A few seconds later he did, and I climbed off the back of the bike and pulled my helmet off. Owen did the same, before taking our helmets and setting them on the motorcycle's seat.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“Corey and I used to come out here, and camp out. Build a fire, have a few beers. You know, guy stuff.”
“Guy stuff?” I asked, skeptically.
“Yes.” He laughed. “We wrote some damn good songs up here.”
I took a few steps away from the bike, following the sound of rushing water.
“It's just a little brook.” Owen said, coming to stand behind me. “Makes for a pretty damn cold bath I'll tell you that much.”
This time I laughed, and he wrapped his arms around my middle.
“Now that I've got you here, what am I going to do with you?”
I turned in his arms to wrap my own around his neck. “I can think of a few things.”
He let his hands roam over my hips, stopping to cup my ass.
“If you just wanted to hook up, we could've just gone home.” He gritted out.
“Is it still called 'hooking up' if you're married?” I asked.
He crinkled his nose in thought. “Probably not.”
“Either way, I don't hate the idea of having a little fun while we're here.”
He glanced around then, as if he was trying to come up with a place that would work. I reached up to cup his face in my hands, and he looked down at me with curiosity.
“What about the bike?” I asked, biting my bottom lip.
“The bike?”
I shrugged my shoulders innocently, and he took his jacket off
