Page 55 of Seasons of Love
"And who's your other guy?"
"He's an elementary school teacher. They bump into each other because the husband of the school's principal is in the same MC as my biker. There's an event at school and my biker goes in to give a talk about safety on the road."
"Let me guess, the teacher has all these assumptions about bikers, and at the end of the speech he goes over to his old friend and goes on a rant about how dare he come to his school?"
Aiden laughed. "Yeah, like that."
"Ooh, is there going to be hate sex?" I asked and then lowered my voice. "I love how you write your sex scenes."
I didn't miss Aiden's cock hardening. If there wasn’t a chance we'd end up dead on the side of the road, I'd be whipping it out and sucking it like a lollipop.
"Whatever you're thinking about, don't," he warned. "Let's listen to some music before I stop the car and make you blow me."
I debated the merits of that, but decided he was right and looked up a Bon Jovi playlist.
"Good choice. The ultimate silver-fox," he said.
"Hey! You know he's ten years older than me, right?"
He raised one hand off the steering wheel and counted on his fingers. "One, I told you I don't care about age. Two, if he was inclined toward men I'd totally do him. Three, don't worry, I'd still have enough energy to do you after. Or maybe at the same time."
I ran my hands over my face and groaned. He was going to be the death of me.
We caught some heavy traffic on the way into Atlanta, so we went straight to the hotel and ordered room service.
The long drive made us both tired, so after dinner we settled in bed, facing each other and talking about everything and nothing.
Now I knew Aiden hated Ramen as much as he hated designer clothes, which he only wore to annoy his mom who kept on sending them to him in hopes he'd find high-society events to attend.
I also found out he had graduated top of his class, gave his parents his Business degree, and left for San Diego the next day.
Maybe there was more in common between us than I thought, despite our age and background difference.
"Will you tell me about your Uncle Ted? You said he saved your life."
I stared at Aiden. There were so many ways I could tell this story, including the one I'd told Mike when we met. But when I opened my mouth, nothing came out.
Aiden held my hand and took it to his lips, keeping it there.
"Aiden, I…what I'm going to tell you could change the way you see me or feel about me."
"You're wrong. Nothing you can tell me will change how I see the man in front of me, nothing."
He sounded so sure of himself, of me.
A tiny moment in time was all it would take. I took a deep breath.
"I shot a man when I was twenty years old."
"What did he do to deserve it?"
I sat up.
"What? What kind of question is that? No one deserves to die at the hands of another person."
Aiden pulled my arm to lie down again.
"Tell me your story and I will prove you wrong."
