“Beautiful day!” she calls over the cool wind. “I like it when it’s not hot and muggy, when we’re not melting out here!”
“It’s incredible!” I grin back to her.
No place better than right here, right now. Hands gripping this powerful machine as the woman I can’t stop thinking about heads to the center of our sleepy town with just me.
Ours.
My smile fades as I put a shorter leash on my dogs.
Don’t set them free, Sean.
Still haven’t had that damn vote. Not sure what’s holding that up. Jett treats me like I’m one of them. I’ve played pool with Fuse, Scythe, and Honey Badger a bunch of times. Tonk Sr. gave me that heart-to-heart in the hallway but hasn’t come too close since then, because of Carmen. I know the younger crew is all for me joining. It’s the elders I’m not sure about.
I lean slightly and guide the Harley to take a sharp right, the final turn into town. Glancing back I see Celia matching my angle like our motorcycles are one. Shaking my head at how good this feels, we glide into a parking lot, park and lower our kick stands. Celia gives her long, sweet smelling hair a shake as she removes her helmet. The scent slams right into my cock. She’s so sexy that I close my eyes and mutter a cuss word under my breath.
“What was that for?”
Dismounting I ask, “Huh?”
“You just said motherfucker.”
On a dismissive shrug I throw and catch the keys. “Gonna miss these sneakers.”
Celia takes this as truth, since I’m usually honest, and as we head to the shoe store she smirks, “Well, I’m not going to miss them.”
The bells jingle as I open the door for her and she pauses in the frame and gazes up at me.
“What are you doing?” I grumble, needing to escape.
“You’ve got a little something here.” Her fingers glide down my cheek, the calluses making the caress hotter. I stare at her lips and her gaze flickers to mine, too. Swooping her finger and thumb back, she shows me a tiny yellow leaf. “Must have gotten stuck in your helmet.”
Distracted by the desire to kiss her I murmur, “Guess so.”
She frowns, gaze slipping to my mouth again.
“Can you please close the door! We’re trying to keep the heat in!”
Ceels walks inside looking beautifully awkward. I’m suddenly awake, muscles humming with ideas I want to act on. Grinding my teeth I follow her up a few aisles until she finally turns to me. “What size are you?”
A grin spreads on both our faces as we realize neither of us knew where we were going, what we were looking for, or even cared. Before I know what I’m doing I take her hand. “Celia, you drive me crazy, you know that?”
Her warm brown eyes widen, “You always act so detached!”
“And why do you think that is?” Her fingers loosen around mine and I think she’s going to let go. But she slides them over my calluses, sensually exploring them. My eyelashes get so heavy I can’t help but watch her mouth again. When she licks her lips I mutter, “Fuck this,” and collide a kiss into her that I have no business giving.
My brain is spinning with the justification that sure, I could get kicked out, but that might happen anyway. She might stop me and then I’d just back off and drop this for good, but she doesn’t do that. Instead she responds with as much passion as I’m giving to her. We’re pressed close. Her fingers feel like heaven gripping my biceps as I slide my hands around her back while electric waves shoot through my body.
Pulling back just a little I search her beautiful face and rasp, “It was just a kiss. We haven’t used our tongues yet. We could stop and act like this never happened.” But she frowns again and extends her tongue, licking my bottom lip and entering my mouth in a way that makes my cock strain to get at her. “Oh my fuck, yes,” I rasp in between the most sensual kisses I’ve ever had in my life.
Celia moans at my erection, thickly whispers, “Let’s get out of here, Sean.”
“We’ve gotta get the boots.”
“Fuck the boots.”
I dip to whisper in her ear, licking it first, “I’m going to fuck you. But I need those boots if we’re gonna be able to hide it.” Her fingers dive into my hair as she shivers. I give her one last lingering kiss, sucking on her tongue before I break, take her hand and say, “I’m a size fourteen. Let’s get this done.”
Scanning the sizes we find mine, and there’s nobody in the aisle but us. It’s the middle of a work or school day for most people. Celia digs through the selection like someone just yelled Fire!, and holds up the perfect options, giving me the choice of black or brown. Following my gut I grab the brown, kick out of my sneakers, sit down and shove my huge feet in these bad boys right here. Launching myself to test them out I adjust my hard-on, nod that these boots feel damn good. “What do you think? You like ‘em?”
Celia’s mouth is slackened, her eyes on them before the hottest I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-you look travels up my body.
My eyes roll back and I groan, “You’re killing me. Let’s go.” She grabs the box, throws my sneakers in it, and offers her hand. Our fingers lace as we walk the narrow path, avoiding forgotten boxes and short benches with stupid mirrors on their sides. I pull out my wallet with my free hand, not wanting to let go of her as Celia sets my old shoes down. “Can you toss these for me?”
The guy moves slower than
