by Alicia Rae
Underneath laid a white tank top, displaying Harley Chick in shiny studs across the front. I picked it up and saw a pair of fitted jeans with the Harley-Davidson logo stamped on the back pocket.
“You can’t ride on the back of a Harley without the matching gear,” he said in a sexy tone.
“Wow, they’re gorgeous.” I smiled back at him.
“I’m glad you like them. Now, open the next one.” He laughed softly.
In the second package was a pair of black Harley ankle boots with a cute zipper on the side, and the heel was the perfect length. I gasped, instantly falling in love with their sleek feminine design. I spun around, throwing my arms around his nape. He smiled broadly at my surprise attack.
“Thank you so much for my first Harley outfit.”
“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely before kissing my forehead. “I can’t wait to see you in it.” He kissed me once more before letting me go. “The faster we leave, the sooner I get to feel you wrapped around me on my bike.” He grinned.
“Then, we better get a move on.” I winked before strolling over to my dresser.
I reached for my seven-way bra and cinched the straps together, so they wouldn’t be seen under my tank. Then, I quickly slipped it over my head. I pulled out a pair of matching black panties before slipping on my jeans and new shirt. They both fit like a glove. Next, I put on my new boots and then rocked from the balls of my feet to my toes, getting a feel for them. I ambled over to the bathroom and hurriedly dried my hair. I pulled it back into a ponytail, so it wouldn’t get knotted during our ride. Then, I applied a light foundation and mascara before taking a step back to give myself a once-over in the mirror.
Whoa…Harley-chick outfits are hot.
“Damn,” Jason breathed. “We are definitely stopping at another Harley store to get you some more outfits.”
I pivoted to see him leaning against the doorjamb. His eyes were dark with that look—the one that usually had him undressing me in seconds.
I walked over to him. “So, you approve, I take it?” I asked teasingly, lifting my hands to take full advantage of running them down his taut chest.
“Baby, the way you’re dressed right now”—his eyes traveled up and down the length of my body—“has me wanting to strip you naked, so I can show you how fucking hot I think you look in that outfit,” he growled in a suggestive tone.
With my heels, it was easier for me to reach up, and when I did, I paused mere inches from his lips. “You can do that later…after you give me the ride you promised,” I whispered.
I could have sworn that he groaned under his breath as he turned and yanked me out of the room. I inwardly chuckled at being able to affect him so. It was a door that swung both ways, but in this instant, I relished in having the upper hand. We emerged into the kitchen, and I grabbed my phone, Visa, and camera off the counter. I was hoping to snap a few pictures along the way.
After locking up my condo, we strolled out to the front parking lot, hand in hand. I came to a halt when I saw Jason’s bike for the first time. He must have driven home last night to get it, so we wouldn’t have to pick it up today. He continued forward, distracting my attention away from the motorcycle to see this new side of him. He lifted his jean-clad leg over the seat. My eyes caught on the way his black Harley tee hugged his thick biceps and then how it traveled down his waist. I thought of the perfected abs hidden beneath. Continuing downward, I gazed at his masculine pair of Harley boots. They were square-toed with a flash of silver at the tip. My insides warmed, and my lips parted on a heavy breath, thinking he was one mighty fine–looking biker.
Needing to sidetrack myself, I glanced back at the stunning Super Glide propped up with its kickstand. The motorcycle was a mixture of lustrous black paint and chrome that reflected in the sunlight. Two chrome pipes ran down from the cylinder heads of the motor all the way back to the back tire, widening as they reached the end. His leather seat seemed to sit lower than the second one, and his appeared to be much larger and wider. As a matter of fact, mine looked to be about a quarter of the size of his.
“Uh…” I murmured nervously, pointing at the pea-sized seat behind him. “How is my ass going to fit on that?”
Jason threw his head back and busted out laughing. It was so not funny. I was a woman of curves, and said curves were not the size of a toothpick.
He recovered, tilting his head over at me. “It’ll fit, trust me.” He winked. “And I think the manufacturer makes it that small with the intention of having the passenger squeeze her thighs around the driver,” he responded with a cocky grin.
“I’m sure that’s exactly what they were thinking about,” I replied jokingly, slowly making my way over to him.
Jason chuckled again, extending his hand out to me. “Right now, the pipes are cold. However, they’ll quickly get hot, so don’t touch them, even with your legs covered in jeans.” He lifted his other hand and tapped his shoulder. “Just put your hand here and hop up.”
I did as he’d said. Surprisingly, my rear end fit on the seat, and I wrapped my arms around his waist as I nestled my chest against his back, holding on to him snugly.
“Mmm…” he said in a suggestive voice. “I’m definitely thanking the manufacturer right about now for the small backseat.”
I couldn’t stifle my amusement at the tone in his voice.
He rotated his head back toward me. “You good to go back there?” he asked with care.
“Yep,” I said, tucking away my nerves.
I had driven dirt bikes before, but relinquishing the control and sitting on the back felt different. I trusted Jason completely, so it was silly to feel nervous. I let out a deep breath as he started the bike. The sound of the throaty motor helped put my worries to rest.
He popped the clutch, and we started to roll forward. I instinctively tightened my arms around him as he turned onto the main road, heading north for Highway 89 toward Tahoe City, to begin our journey around the lake.
After the first half an hour of riding, I felt myself relax as we covered mile after mile. I had spent my entire life in Lake Tahoe, and I knew it well. However, viewing it from the back of a motorcycle with the warm summer air blowing across my face made it seem like a whole new experience.
Our first stop was at Emerald Bay State Park where I pulled out my mini point-and-shoot camera to take pictures of the magnificent scenery overlooking the lake. All of the rocks and scattered pine trees contrasted the brightness of the blue water. In the center of the lake was a little rock island covered in green. At the far north side of the lake, I could even see a few mountain peaks. It was a breathtaking sight from our location.
After walking around for a bit, Jason bought us hotdogs and french fries at a local concession stand along the way. We sat at a wooden picnic bench overseeing the beach, conversing about all the different glorious sights we’d each spotted on our trip so far. Once finished, we strolled back to the bike, ready to continue our adventure. I pulled out my phone from his saddlebag and noticed I had a text from Lily.
Hey, Abbey! Kyle and I are heading home tomorrow. Yay! Kyle said we have a family dinner on Sunday. Can’t wait to see you all there! ☺
My entire face glowed. I was so pleased to hear from her. I started typing a reply.
Excited to see you guys, too! Hope you both had a great time while soaking up the sun. I look forward to hearing all the details! ♥
Lily’s response was immediate.
Oh, and Kyle said something about bringing your A-game because we are all playing volleyball in the pool. Should I be worried? LOL.
I laughed out loud. My brothers and I had played in that pool so much while growing up, and they had taken their water sports very seriously. The whole family had always had a blast.
You should definitely be worried. Kyle plays dirty when it comes to sports. Ha-ha. ☺ And tell him I said to bring it!
I put away my phone as Jason looked over at me.
“Who has you in all sm
iles?” he asked.
“Lily.” I beamed at him. “She and Kyle are flying back tomorrow, and they are excited to see everyone,” I informed him, leaving out that Lily had mentioned dinner tomorrow.
“I hope the two of them had a great time,” he responded.
“They did,” I replied, stepping closer to him.
He turned, too, until we were facing each other. I took a deep breath, taking in my fill of the stunning scenery surrounding me as well as the gorgeous man right in front of me. I could not think of a more perfect time than now to ask him to join me tomorrow.
His eyes studied me as he curled his arms around my waist and drew me closer. “You okay?” he asked tenderly.
“Yes, I’m more than okay.” I smiled, setting my hands on his chest. “I was hoping you’d come along with me to my family’s Sunday dinner, so you could meet them,” I said, feeling suddenly nervous again.
He stared at me, perplexed, for a brief moment. “I already met your family at Kyle and Lily’s wedding,” he responded. His lower lip lifted in amusement.
“I know that.” I chortled nervously.
The look in his eyes told me he knew where I was going with this, but he was going to make me work for it.
“I meant, for us to go together…” I murmured, trailing off. Crap, I am so not good with words.
“Go together as…” he teased, leisurely caressing his hands up and down my sides. His eyes danced with mirth.
“As a couple,” I exhaled. “You know, so I can introduce you as my boyfriend.”
“Yes, of course. I thought you’d never ask.” He chuckled and then kissed me.
My nerves dissipated as I gave myself over to his scrumptious mouth. He suddenly drew back and lifted his hand, stroking the pad of his thumb along my lower lip.
“There—now, was that so hard?” he asked with an adorable grin.
“It’s just that…I’ve never brought a man home before, so it’s kind of a big deal to me,” I answered truthfully, needing him to know how I felt about us.
All playfulness left his expression as his eyes softened, boring into mine. He constricted his hold on me. “I’d love to go with you, Abbey,” he breathed sincerely, shaking his head. “There is nowhere else I’d rather be.”
My eyes burned at the second part of his speech, and those seven words were all I needed to hear.
Feeling overcome with the way I felt about him combined with the beautiful setting around us, I didn’t want to let the moment slip by. I captured his mouth, reveling in the familiarity of his kiss. The warmth and softness of his lips molded to mine. My heart never failed to skip a beat when he was touching me. He consumed my every thought.
By early afternoon, we reached Sand Harbor, which was notorious for its fine granules of sand along the beach. I was amazed at how easily Jason had navigated us through all the winding roads with only stopping to glance at the map twice throughout the day. The wide expansion of the beach was much longer than I would have guessed. A few pine trees bordered either side. Since this was a location with a lower altitude, it felt like the mountains were enclosing around us.
I must have taken at least fifty pictures as something new always caught my gaze. While walking around, I told Jason more about our family plans for Sunday and how we were going to be playing water volleyball. I also informed him that Pearl would be joining us. He thought it was a great idea, and I was elated that he agreed.
Jason and I spotted the main strip and continued to head north down the street, ambling along with our hands twined together. A row of shops appeared on our left, and I tugged Jason toward them. My shopaholic mind quickly consumed my thoughts.
“Where are we going?” Jason laughed, following my lead.
“Shopping!” I beamed excitedly, gesturing in the direction of the beach shop.
“Oh no,” he stated teasingly, quirking a brow my way. “That sounds like it has disaster written all over it. Just remember, we came here on a bike with only two saddlebags, so you’re limited.”
“Don’t worry, I only have a few things in mind,” I replied as we entered the building. “I’d like to find Pearl a cute outfit to wear to my parents’ house and maybe a souvenir.”
“Uh-huh.” He chortled as we entered the building. “I have a feeling that list will keep getting longer with every second we’re in here.”
“Probably,” I murmured, getting distracted as my gaze took in the inside of the store.
It was packed wall-to-wall with clothing and goodies. I was in awe, dreamily looking around.
“Let’s shop,” I nearly squealed, yanking him farther into the aisle.
Jason followed me around as I made quick selections. I found the most adorable pink flowered sundress and a white two-piece bathing suit for Pearl. I really didn’t know her size or style. I only knew her favorite color, so I hoped she would like it. Still in the youth section, I grabbed a purple T-shirt that read, Sand Harbor, on the front. I paired it with a pretty pair of blue jean shorts that had ruffled white lace along the bottom edge. I wandered over to the jewelry section and chose two metal charm bracelets for Pearl and a necklace for myself. They were too cute to resist.
I moved on to the women’s area and selected an eye-catching silver-and-black cotton summer dress for myself. I even lucked out when I discovered a pair of sandals that matched the dress flawlessly. I grinned inwardly, loving it when an outfit came together so well.
Jason was standing to my left, rummaging through a rack of women’s swimsuits. He lifted a black bikini off the rack and turned, slightly jiggling it at me. His eyes shimmered suggestively.
“This one definitely has my vote,” he said huskily. A huge grin was plastered on his face. He glanced back at the material, eyeing it. Then, before I could speak, he said, “Yep, I can picture exactly how your round ass will fill these bottoms out.” He pulled his lower lip into his mouth.
I felt my cheeks heat at his forwardness, and I instantly scanned the store. I let out a relieved sigh when I found no one was paying any attention to us. I regarded the black bikini in his hands. It had a halter-top that dipped to a V in the front, and the bottoms had two small silver loops that rested over each hipbone. He had great taste.
“Well, since it is cute, and it’s stamped with Jason’s ass approval, I’ll get it,” I said, extending my hand for the apparel.
Jason playfully lifted his hand just out of my reach. “Damn right, it’s ass approved.” He winked and bent forward to place a chaste kiss on my lips. He briefly sucked on my lower lip, and then he drew back, handing me the bathing suit.
My breathing was slightly labored as I made eye contact with him. Those sky-blue eyes of his twinkled devilishly.
“Now, it’s time for me to go and find myself a pair of trunks for this volleyball match you speak of,” he added, walking off.
And just like that, the man had left me hanging with only one kiss.
Damn him.
Hands full, I hustled after him. “Oh no,” I stated good-naturedly. “If you get to choose what bathing suit I wear, then you better believe that I’m picking yours, too,” I retorted.
Jason glanced over his shoulder at me. “All right, but if you make me look like a dork, I have the right to refuse,” he scoffed, entering the men’s area.
I paused a few inches in front of him, so I could see the entire left wall that contained a large variety of trunks. I considered them all, and then I grinned when I found the ugliest pair. In the third row down, one had a striped pattern of blue, green, and white. It was a horrible combination of colors.
I couldn’t resist my natural instinct to razz him at least once as I lifted my hand and pointed. “I’m bettin’ you would look smokin’ hot in those,” I joked.
A hand came down on my behind, making me yelp under my breath, and a pleasant shiver raced down my spine. When I lowered to my heels, the firm wall of his chest was pressed against me.
Jason bent forward slightly. “Tsk-tsk,” he hummed
impishly in my ear. “And here I thought we were playing nice.” He chuckled. “I’ll give you one more chance to pick out the pair I’m thinking of, and if you get it wrong, it’s an automatic dunk in your parents’ pool tomorrow,” he added, raising the bar.
I tilted my head back at him. “You’d have to catch me first.”
His laugh was richer this time, and his eyes darkened with challenge—the very same look he’d given me when he caught the garter at Kyle and Lily’s wedding. “Baby, we both know I’ll get you into that pool one way or another, but it’s your call.”
I bit my lip, deliberating, as I gazed back at the wall. My eyes went right to another pair of atrocious trunks that were bright green with yellow Hawaiian flowers. If it weren’t for the horrible shades of colors, they had the potential to be a nice-looking pair of shorts. I stifled back my humor, unable to back down from his challenge. I would just have to avoid him in the pool all day tomorrow.
“Those,” I said, motioning to the ugly flowered pair.
“Oh, Abbey,” he said, having a good laugh. “You asked for it now. Consider yourself thoroughly dunked tomorrow,” he said in my ear.
Then, he bypassed me to seize the exact pair I would have chosen for him.
The Under Armour swim shorts were solid black with only a white stitch added to create an appealing design around the waist and zipper. He would look hot in them tomorrow.
I raised my brow at him as he returned. “That was my next choice,” I teased.
“Uh-huh.” He chortled throatily. “Let’s go check out before you find anything else to add to your never-ending list.”
At the register, Jason insisted on paying, saying it was his day to spoil me. I smiled warmly at him while expressing my gratitude. Men I had briefly dated over the years usually never offered to foot a bill. Some of them hadn’t even paid for dinner, so I was extremely grateful for the change of pace. I told him the next time we went out, dinner would be on me.