Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
As soon as she’s ready, I stick by her side the whole way to my bike. I’ve already pushed it back outside and I’m parked right next to her car.
I grab the helmet and put it over her head, strapping it on and avoiding looking into her eyes. As soon as I’m settled, she jumps on the back, and in the beginning, it feels like old times. Her dad at one time forbade her from riding my motorcycles with me. But eventually he gave in and as soon as that happened, I started acting right on a motorcycle, all responsible and shit, and she started going everywhere with me.
We make the deposit to the bank and then I take her on a ride through the town and up the mountain. I actually didn’t intend on making the ride as long as it is, but it’s too much fun hearing her squeal with excitement when I rev the engine or speed up. Her arms wrapped around me feel so good, like I’ve been missing them for my whole life. Her breasts are pressed tight against my back whenever I make a turn, and fuck, that’s making me hard as a fuckin’ rock.
It’s why I have to readjust her hands toward my chest when they begin to slide lower. I definitely don’t want her to find out that I’m attracted to her by her hand accidentally grazing against my hard cock. But man, I’m hard.
I speed up a little and her arms tighten around me. She’s pressed all against my back and when I take a turn, I put my hand on her thigh, gripping on to her. I know I’m not holding her on, but there’s some comfort of having my hands on her. We ride, just like that. Her arms around my torso, and my hand on her thigh all the way back to the shop. And the whole way there, I keep telling myself, Don’t fuck this up, Austin. She’s one of the best things you have in your life. Don’t fuck with your best friend.
And I almost have myself convinced until I drop her off at her car at the shop and she can’t stop smiling at me. That smile gives me a jolt right to my heart.
10
Laney
I was almost late for my second day on the job. I could barely sleep last night thinking about the bike ride with Austin. His souped-up Harley was something else, but the feel of his hard body against me brought thoughts to mind that I’ve spent years trying to repress. There are all kinds of things going through my head, but I don’t let any of them fully form. I refuse to let myself think it was anything more than two friends hanging out together. However, my head and heart seem like it’s a little too hard to get on the same page.
The day barely gets started and Shawn comes in to drop off his car. He hangs around a little while to catch up, but I don’t get much of a chance to talk to him since there are lots of customers coming through. It’s probably a good thing, too, because obviously there’s some animosity between him and Austin. It’s like I can feel Austin glaring our way the whole time Shawn’s in the front office with me.
Today is much like yesterday, jam packed. However, Austin insisted that I take a full lunch so I do, but as soon as I walk into the diner, I realize my mistake. Blair is having lunch with some friends that I don’t recognize. I almost wave at her, trying to be friendly to Austin’s girlfriend, but the looks she keeps cutting toward me are enough to kill a person twice if looks could actually kill. I do my best to ignore the glares from her and her friends and stick it out, finishing my lunch in the restaurant, but never really tasting it. I know she probably feels like I ruined her date the other night, but that’s not really a reason to hate somebody.
When I return to the shop with food for Austin, I regret being stubborn and staying in the diner for lunch. Now my food isn’t sitting that well with me.
The rest of the day slows down a little, and I spend any free time between customers and any paperwork cleaning up the office.
I’m about to start shutting down and cashing out the till when Shawn comes in to pick up his car. I’m shaking my head and pulling two dollars out of my wallet just as he comes to the counter.
He must realize what I’m doing, because he says to me jokingly, “You don’t have to be good at math because you’re so pretty.”
Austin enters the office when Shawn made the joke and I can see that fighter switch flip to the on position just by the way Austin’s jaw sets and his head tilts slightly to the left as he looks at Shawn.