kick start and the bike rumbled. “It’s nearly dark. We need to start heading back.”
She nodded and sagged against his body, wishing she could curl up under his clothes and taste his skin. He adjusted the bike up and lifted the kick-stand. The trip back was slower with her on front, but she had to admit, being surrounded in his arms made it way more enjoyable.
His thighs hugged hers and she reached down, allowed her nails to scrap over his jeans. Yes, just as soon as they returned to his house, he was all hers. Because regardless of what did or didn’t happen between them, she was going to be hurting in the end anyhow. She might as well take what she could.
The trees parted and he drove them off the trail and into his small back yard, around the side and parked the bike in the garage, back in the same spot where he’d left it. She wasted no time in swinging her leg over the gas tank and putting her mouth on his.
His arms wrapped around her. She held tight to the back of his neck and pressed firmly against his chest.
His hands rode up the side of her body and along her arms once again. She loved it when he did that, being able to feel so much strength in his hands gently touching her. He grabbed her hands from around his neck and pulled them down between them. Broke the kiss and kissed her knuckles.
With his serious eyes and lost breath, he stared right at her. “I think it’s time for you to go home tonight.”
She frowned. Go home? The only place she was planning on going was to his bedroom. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted this.”
“I do. You haven’t decided what you want.”
“I want—”
He leaned forward and swiftly pressed a kiss to her lips and sat back. “I want you to be able to tell me when you’re ready and why you’re okay with us. I know I want you and why. I’m ready to move forward. I’ve thought it over, we can make this work. We have time on our side before the election. You can’t say the same, can you?”
She bit her lower lip and wanted to cry and scream and kick and any number of other things because he was right. Mark this wonderful evening down as yet another Tiffany McBride fuck-up that was tearing her in half.
Chapter Eight
Tiffany tore open the bag of soil and emptied it in the flower bed. “We should be good to go.”
Mary Sue dropped to her knees and lifted a tray of pink petunias. “Let’s get started.”
Tiffany nodded and leaned in and got to arranging and planting. Some were flowered already, others were bulbs which wouldn’t bloom until late summer. Mary Sue had many talents, Tiffany was coming to discover, and picking out flowers for the beds was one of them.
While in high school they’d been awkward around one another, the years had soothed things out. She’d come to learn Mary Sue wasn’t at all the uptight Mrs. Fifties-wife she’d imagined. And at some point, she supposed Mary Sue decided Tiffany was the devil’s own daughter. Tiffany had began thinking of Mary Sue as one of the few friends she had.
Tiffany gestured at the front row. “Morning Glories, right?”
Mary Sue nodded, but Tiffany lost interest as the whine of a push mower grew louder. She looked up just as Mike came around the corner of the building. He was sweaty. And sexy. The damp t-shirt did nothing to hide the muscles of his chest.
Muscles she’d dreamed of licking and examining and exploring. But she hadn’t. Not since that evening after the pond had she gotten her hands on him. It’d been one awkward moment after another as he kept his hands to himself while she mentally reminded herself to keep hers to her. Wanting him was all against her better judgment, but it couldn’t be helped. When it came to Mike naked, or looking naked, or just well, Mike in general, there was no judgment sticking around. He caught her gazing and she blew him a kiss. In return he winked.
Mary Sue chuckled. “I can’t believe I just saw him wink at you.”
Tiffany’s face
She nodded and sagged against his body, wishing she could curl up under his clothes and taste his skin. He adjusted the bike up and lifted the kick-stand. The trip back was slower with her on front, but she had to admit, being surrounded in his arms made it way more enjoyable.
His thighs hugged hers and she reached down, allowed her nails to scrap over his jeans. Yes, just as soon as they returned to his house, he was all hers. Because regardless of what did or didn’t happen between them, she was going to be hurting in the end anyhow. She might as well take what she could.
The trees parted and he drove them off the trail and into his small back yard, around the side and parked the bike in the garage, back in the same spot where he’d left it. She wasted no time in swinging her leg over the gas tank and putting her mouth on his.
His arms wrapped around her. She held tight to the back of his neck and pressed firmly against his chest.
His hands rode up the side of her body and along her arms once again. She loved it when he did that, being able to feel so much strength in his hands gently touching her. He grabbed her hands from around his neck and pulled them down between them. Broke the kiss and kissed her knuckles.
With his serious eyes and lost breath, he stared right at her. “I think it’s time for you to go home tonight.”
She frowned. Go home? The only place she was planning on going was to his bedroom. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted this.”
“I do. You haven’t decided what you want.”
“I want—”
He leaned forward and swiftly pressed a kiss to her lips and sat back. “I want you to be able to tell me when you’re ready and why you’re okay with us. I know I want you and why. I’m ready to move forward. I’ve thought it over, we can make this work. We have time on our side before the election. You can’t say the same, can you?”
She bit her lower lip and wanted to cry and scream and kick and any number of other things because he was right. Mark this wonderful evening down as yet another Tiffany McBride fuck-up that was tearing her in half.
Chapter Eight
Tiffany tore open the bag of soil and emptied it in the flower bed. “We should be good to go.”
Mary Sue dropped to her knees and lifted a tray of pink petunias. “Let’s get started.”
Tiffany nodded and leaned in and got to arranging and planting. Some were flowered already, others were bulbs which wouldn’t bloom until late summer. Mary Sue had many talents, Tiffany was coming to discover, and picking out flowers for the beds was one of them.
While in high school they’d been awkward around one another, the years had soothed things out. She’d come to learn Mary Sue wasn’t at all the uptight Mrs. Fifties-wife she’d imagined. And at some point, she supposed Mary Sue decided Tiffany was the devil’s own daughter. Tiffany had began thinking of Mary Sue as one of the few friends she had.
Tiffany gestured at the front row. “Morning Glories, right?”
Mary Sue nodded, but Tiffany lost interest as the whine of a push mower grew louder. She looked up just as Mike came around the corner of the building. He was sweaty. And sexy. The damp t-shirt did nothing to hide the muscles of his chest.
Muscles she’d dreamed of licking and examining and exploring. But she hadn’t. Not since that evening after the pond had she gotten her hands on him. It’d been one awkward moment after another as he kept his hands to himself while she mentally reminded herself to keep hers to her. Wanting him was all against her better judgment, but it couldn’t be helped. When it came to Mike naked, or looking naked, or just well, Mike in general, there was no judgment sticking around. He caught her gazing and she blew him a kiss. In return he winked.
Mary Sue chuckled. “I can’t believe I just saw him wink at you.”
Tiffany’s face
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