She answers the door breathless with excitement. “Hi!”
“Hello, darlin’.” She smiles shyly then invites me in. I give her a chaste kiss. She whimpers when I quickly pull away, knowing that with so many flat surfaces around, I shouldn’t tempt myself. “I brought you something.”
“Really?” her cheeks flush with her shyness, something I’m beginning to get addicted to.
I hand her the box I brought, and she smiles, opening the box. She pulls out first the leather jacket then the pants. “What’s this for?”
“To protect your soft skin.”
It only takes a few minutes for her to change. She comes out of her bedroom looking like a wet dream in leather pants and a tight white t-shirt. The pants are molded to her body like a second skin, her shirt is so thin I can make out the outline of her pale pink bra underneath.
“So, what do you think?” she asks, doing a little twirl.
I swallow thickly, “You look amazing.”
“Never thought I’d be wearing leather. You don’t think it’s a little too… dominatrix?”
I laugh. “You’re too damn sweet to be anything but exactly who you are.” I pull her in for another light kiss. “Let’s go before I get tempted to pull those pants right back off of you.
She looks at my Harley with a bit of trepidation. “I’ll keep you safe. Trust me.”
Ana gives me a small smile. “I do… not sure how or why, but I do.”
“Good. You have nothing to fear from me.”
I hand her the last bit of her safety attire—a helmet. She scrunches her nose. “You don’t wear a helmet, why do I have to?”
I tug her to me, putting the helmet on and adjusting the chin strap. “Because you’re infinitely precious to me, and I would never forgive myself if you’re hurt.”
Ana throws her leg over the bike like she’s done it a million times. Her arms wrap around me, and her soft curves press tight to my back. The bike rumbles to life, and she gasps at the sound. I expect her to complain or protest, but she simply squeezes me a bit tighter. Then we are off.
“Where are we going?” Ana shouts over the wind and rumble of the bike.
I turn slightly, telling her we will be there soon. She seems surprised when we pull up to a small, rundown diner.
“I’ve never been here before,” she says curiously.
“You’ll love it.”
The familiar ding of the bell above the door gives me a feeling of nostalgia. Days of sitting at the counter doing homework while my mom waited on the usual customers and random truck drivers.
“Carson, my boy!” my mom says as she walks around the counter and hugs me tight. “I’ve missed you.”
I roll my eyes at her dramatic nature. “Mom, you saw me last weekend.”
“Pssh, it’s like a lifetime.”
“I’d like you to meet someone…” I tug Ana forward and introduce her to my mother.
“Oh, you’re even more beautiful that Carson said.”
Ana blushes bright red. “It’s nice to meet you…”
My mom tuts me for not doing a better job of introducing us. “I’m Randi. Come, come, take a seat and let me feed you.”
She leads us to a booth in her section since the counter is full. I let Ana slide in first then slip in beside her. She gives me a surprised look but doesn’t protest even though it’s a tight fit with my bulky size.
“You told your mom about me?” she asks as soon as my mom is out of earshot.
I scoff. “Of course, why wouldn’t I talk about the woman who stole my heart at a single glance?”
I gently cup her cheek in my hand and kiss her. I have to call on all of my self-discipline from years as a fighter to keep from deepening the kiss. A part of me wants to take her right here. To claim the innocence between her legs. But I can wait. I will wait forever if that’s what it takes.
We eat our lunch, chatting comfortably about work and our childhoods. When we are done, my mom gives us both a hug and tells us to be careful on that death machine of mine. Mom has never appreciated my love for motorcycles. I promise to take good care of Ana as we roar away.
Not wanting the day to end just yet, I drive us to the lake our little town is cozied up to. It’s one of my favorite places to be as the sun sets on the water. The brilliant oranges and reds bleeding into each other on the reflective surface have always given me a profound sense of being part of something much bigger than myself.
“I love the lake at sunset,” Ana says with a content sigh.
We sit on the tabletop of one of the many picnic tables, our feet on the bench as we watch the sun disappear over the horizon.
“So if you’re from Junction, why do you move to Sugarhill?”
I shrug. “My dad owned Sweet Rides… when he decided to retire, I had just retired from fighting and was at loose ends. Dad offered me the shop, and I took it.”
“Do you regret retiring from fighting?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Not for one minute. I love my shop, and getting to rebuild Harleys is my passion. Fighting is what I’m good at, but this is what I’ve always wanted to do. Besides, it brought me to Sugarhill and you.”
She leans in and kisses me. Not just a sweet kiss. She kisses me like she’s about to die if her lips don’t get a taste of mine. I lose myself in the moment and groan when Ana crawls into my lap, straddling me. She gasps into my mouth as she comes in contact with my hardness through our pants. Tentatively, she moves her hips, rubbing
