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“What really makes me sad is that the kids didn’t even care. We were all having breakfast when my former mother-in-law called, and I put her on speakerphone so the kids could talk to her, too. So, they found out the same time I did.” Her voice was quiet now, and I could barely hear her. “They didn’t even stop eating their pancakes. Mia rolled her eyes, and Hunter just shrugged and reached for the last of the bacon.”
She shifted a little and I loosened my hold. She took a small step back and raised her head to look at me. She had such a sad expression on her face that I wanted to track down the dumb motherfucker and kick his ass until he came to his senses. “I talked to them once we got off the phone, trying to make sure they weren’t upset. I thought maybe they were just trying to be tough and strong in front of me, but Mia told me they’re so used to their dad letting them down that it didn’t even phase them anymore. Hunter agreed with her, and then they finished eating like it was no big deal.”
“You’ve raised a couple of great kids, sugar, despite their asshole father. They both know they’ll always have you, and they’ll be OK.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, then stood up on her toes to press a kiss to my cheek. She raised her hand and cupped my jaw, scratching her fingertips through the short hair of my beard. Goosebumps skated down my spine, and my cock twitched in my jeans again. I knew if we stood there much longer, we’d never make it out to my bike.
“Do you still feel up to a ride? I thought we could stop at a great little diner I know first, then head south.”
Her eyes lit with a gleam that bordered on unholy, and I should have known I was in trouble. She ran her fingers down over my cut, then slid under it to caress my abs. My dick throbbed, hardening behind my zipper as it came alive at her touch.
“Or we could stay here, since we have the house to ourselves.” Her voice was sexy and seductive, and it was all I could do to force myself to stop her hand from drifting toward my belt buckle.
“You’re killing me here, sugar. I’m trying my damnedest to behave myself, remember?”
She rolled her eyes and pouted, which would normally irritate the hell out of me. With Ella though, it was cute as fuck.
“Fine, let’s go for a ride,” she reluctantly agreed. “I’ve been looking forward to that, too.”
I smiled, loving the fact that she enjoyed riding. I couldn’t wait to feel her body wrapped around me, holding on tight. I’d prefer it if we were in bed at the time, but on the back of my bike would have to do. For now, anyway.
After a brief reminder of the rules of riding, I stashed her purse in one of my saddlebags while she fastened the helmet I’d borrowed from Abby. I didn’t normally wear one when riding,making do with a pair of wraparound sunglasses instead. She mounted the bike like a pro, then scooted close as instructed. Having her at my back was a foreign feeling to me, but one I knew I could quickly get used to.
Ten minutes later, I was ready to curse Ella and the makers of Harley-Davidson as my dick tried it’s best to break through the denim of my jeans.
I’d fired up the bike, and that’s when the trouble started. Her arms had wrapped around my waist, then tightened as we took off down the road. By the time we’d idled at a stoplight less than a mile away, her hands slid a little lower, resting on my belt buckle. My cock took notice of her proximity, as did every single fucking nerve ending in my whole damned body. At the next red light, she’d loosened her arms and rested her hands on my thighs instead. I thought I was imagining things when her hands lightly massaged my thigh muscles, her fingers grazing my inner thighs in a way that made my balls throb, just begging to be played with.
I was on the verge of letting out a really fucking unmanly whimper of need when the light turned green. Ella dutifully wrapped her arms around my waist again, only to let them rest over my fucking zipper. It was then that I realized that my sweet Ella was a devil in disguise. I’d assumed her touches were innocent, and she hadn’t known the effect she was having on me. As I pulled into the diner’s parking lot and crab-walked the bike into a space near the door, I realized the truth. Her thighs tightened around my hips at the exact moment that she slid one hand lower and cupped the bulge between my legs.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered as my dick throbbed under her touch. I turned off the bike and heard Ella’s muffled giggle from under the helmet as the sound of the engine faded away.
Ella let go of me and sat back, and I looked over my shoulder to see her taking off the helmet. She passed it to me with a smile, then steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders as she prepared to dismount. She nodded as I remembered to warn her about the danger of the hot pipes, then swung her leg over and got off the bike in a graceful move that made it look like she’d ridden for years.
I quickly got off and tucked the helmet under my arm, then reached for her hand and threaded my fingers through hers. I used our joined hands to tug her to me, then dipped my head and pressed a kiss on her upturned lips.
“You are a naughty, naughty, woman, Eleanor Chadwick.”
“Only under the right circumstances,” she retorted with a wicked smirk.
“You consider the back of my fucking bike to be the right circumstances?” I whispered in her ear, taking the opportunity to deliver a small nip to her earlobe that made her entire body shiver.
“It felt right to me,” she informed me with a grin on her face that was equal parts sexy and adorable. I found myself laughing as I escorted her to the diner’s entrance, letting go of her hand just long enough to open the door for her.
The place was an informal, seat-yourself kind of restaurant, which used to be owned by one of my mom’s friends. Her daughter Margie ran things now, but as I looked around, I didn’t see her working. I guided Ella to an empty booth in the corner, then slid onto the bench seat across from hers. I set the helmet down next to me and handed her a plastic-coated menu.
Despite me telling her how good the burgers were, Ella insisted on ordering a turkey club on a whole wheat wrap. I wason the verge of giving her hell if she was trying to watch her weight or some shit, when she also ordered a chocolate shake to go with it. I smiled in satisfaction, then ordered my own burger, with fries and a strawberry shake.
“Best milkshakes in town,” I assured her as the young woman waiting on us hurried to the kitchen to place our orders.
It didn’t take long for our food to be delivered to the table, and conversation flowed easily while we ate. In no time, we were walking back out to the bike. I hesitated while handing the helmet to Ella, then shot her a wicked grin. To hell with this no-sex bullshit. I should have known better than to listen to Jagger and his stupid idea. Ella clearly wanted me, and I sure as fuck wanted her. It was pure torture to deny it any longer.
“As much as I hate to say it, I need you to behave yourself while we ride, sugar. Otherwise, we’re gonna end up in a ditch somewhere.” Her face flushed and I leaned down to gently kiss her. “Just wait ‘til we get back to your place. Then you can touch me wherever you want, I promise,” I whispered against her lips.
I felt her lips form into a grin, and she whispered back. “That’s good, honey, because I intend to do a lot of touching.”
My dick throbbed at her words, and I debated skipping the ride and heading straight back to her house instead. The decision was made for me when I remembered her excitement at being on my bike, and how good it felt to have her there.
We were on the road moments later, Ella’s hands wrapped around my waist and her front plastered to my back. We rode for two hours, stopping briefly to give her a chance to stretch her legs a little since she wasn’t used to riding. As we pulled back into her driveway, I think she was as sorry as I was that our ride had come to an end for the day.
