Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“I don’t mind.”
“Donnie…”
"It's hot out. I’m sweaty too.”
She did not want to get on that bike. She did not want to wrap her arms around him. She did not want to feel his body against her chest. She did not want to rub their sweaty bodies together.
She was such a liar.
That was exactly what she wanted to do.
"Okay."
He grinned and helped her put her helmet on. He was standing so close to her that they could have been kissing. She stared at his chest, ignoring the insistent tug she was feeling. The urge to look up at him and… just let go. Give in. Fall into his arms.
She was just going for a ride, that was all.
Baby steps.
Chapter 9
Donahue
Damn, she felt nice against his back.
Donnie could not stop smiling. At first anyway. Sally was on his bike, letting him drive her around town. Her arms were clasped around his waist, which felt great, but he wanted more.
Much more.
He wanted to spend the night with her, talking and fucking. Mostly fucking. But he wanted to get to know her.
He wanted everything.
He picked up speed and her arms tightened, pulling her tight against his back. Jesus. He wished he had left his jacket at home. Then he could feel her body even better. As it was, he could barely think at all with her incredible breasts touching his back.
Maybe he should go a little faster…
He revved the motor and she was forced to hold him tighter, her body smushed against his, her legs spread wide behind him.
Oh God.
Donnie wasn't smiling all the sudden.
No, he was too busy fighting off the most intense arousal he'd felt in his entire life. He would lay money on the fact that his boner was hard enough to cut glass. Like a dick made out of diamonds.
Thankfully, Sally couldn't see the huge bulge growing in his pants. He was grateful she was behind him. Though really, it would be a lot more fun if she was against his front.
He headed out into the farmland that started just outside of town. The sun was just beginning to set and the country roads looked spectacular. Might as well give her a tour while he waited for his body to calm down.
He had a feeling it might take a while.
After about twenty minutes they came to a hill that overlooked the setting sun. He pulled over so they could watch the sunset. He climbed off the bike and reached for her helmet.
She moved her head back subtly so he decided to leave it. He threw her a charming smile and pulled his helmet off. Then he offered her his hand. She stared at it for a minute before accepting his help off the bike.
He walked toward the lone tree on the hill before he realized she wasn't following him. So he went back. Sally was staring at him with her arms wrapped around her body.
"Are you cold?"
He pulled off his jacket and tucked it over her shoulders. She looked good in it, sweaty or not. He’d like to get her a lot sweatier.
"What are we doing all the way out here?"
He shrugged.
"It's pretty. I thought you would like it."
"I thought you were just going to drive me home."
"What's the fun in that?"
It took a moment before he caught the look in her eyes.
Sally looked terrified. She looked away quickly but he had definitely seen it. His guts twisted with guilt.
Fuck.
The girl was practically hyperventilating. Her eyes were full of tears. How had he missed that? He'd been too busy thinking with his dick.
"Was I going too fast?"
She didn't say anything. She just shook her head. Not the speed then. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she actually afraid of him?
"We can go home. I didn't mean to scare you."
"I'm not scared."
He frowned. She was lying. So much for his charm. And he had really thought she was starting to warm up to him.
"Well, put the jacket on at least. It will keep you warm on the ride back."
She did as he asked and climbed stiffly back on the bike. He slid on in front of her. Way to go Donahue. Really winning over the ladies with your smooth moves.
He rode slower on the way back, but he could still feel her against him. Her breasts brushed against his back with every turn. He groaned inwardly.
Talk about rubbing salt on the wound.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
And what the hell was she so afraid of?
Chapter 10
Sally
In and out. Count in for three, hold for three, breath out for three. Her heart was still racing but it was a little slower now.
She was okay. She was safe.
Sally's rapid breathing had eased a little bit by the time he pulled up in front of her house. She yanked her hands back as soon as the bike stopped.