Page 100 of Lost & Found

I help her up and over behind me after I take my place on the bike. She wraps her arms around me gently and I shake my head at how hesitant she’s being. I grab her arms and yank her forward, she bumps into my back, and I can hear her gasp.

“You need to hang on tight, Hollis. Don’t be afraid to squeeze me,” I tell her, and I can feel her nod behind me.

I start the bike and in a second, we take off.

As we navigate some of the backroads, Hollis doesn’t make a sound. I love the way she feels holding on to my body for safety. I love the way she feels on my bike in general.

“Can I take you back to my place?” I ask her over the wind.

If she hears me, she doesn’t answer right away. I can feel her grip starting to loosen before she readjusts her hands.

At first, I just wanted to take her on a drive. Sometimes when I need to clear my head, I take to my bike and just let the sound of the motor and the wind of the road decide where I’m going. The sights are beautiful at a slower pace, but at a faster pace everything passes by in a blur. Sometimes that’s what I need. But tonight I wanted her to experience the soothing effect of watching the world from a different angle, because even from down here you can still see the moon. I know what it looks like when she watches it, I want her to see what it looks like when I watch it.

“Only if you can stop at my house for a few things first.” She finally speaks up and warmth curls in my body.

“Lead the way.” She points me in the right direction of where to turn next and about fifteen minutes later, we end up at her apartment complex.

I park in her parking space since her car is still at her parents’ house.

“You wanna wait here or do you wanna come up?” She asks as she fixes her hair and I pull myself off my bike.

“I can come up,” I tell her and she leads me up to her apartment.

I don’t know why I anticipated dark painted walls and velvet furniture or maybe some vintage band posters. Hollis gives off dark, grunge vibes which is a contrast to the pink dresses and light up shoes she used to wear when we were kids.

But her space is clean, white, and very minimal. I’m not disappointed but I’m not as surprised as I’d thought I’d be either. Hollis is unique and one of a kind, I never know what I’m going to get with her at this point. She’s like the moon, this girl. Part of her is always hidden away and it makes me eager to explore her more and more, every day.

“I didn’t have a ton of time or money to get this place up and going right away. Sorry I'm not living lavishly liketheMr. Hot Shot Car Salesmen,” she deadpans as she winks at me.

She walks into a hallway and back towards a room. I stay put for a second until she hollers at me and asks if I’m coming with. So I make my way behind her.

I enter her bedroom to see more of what I expected. The walls are still white, but she’s got some gothic-vibe photos scattered all over her walls. There are twinkling lights in one of the corners behind a bookshelf. Her bedding is black but her pillows are white. She’s got a side table next to her queen-sized bed and what looks like an old vintage table chair just chilling on the wall near the bookshelf.

“Do you sit in that old ass chair to read?” I walk over to the bookshelf and scan some of her choices.

I open up one of the books out of curiosity and the first thing I read is a scene about a girl opening her mouth to suck off a…demon? I slam the book shut becausewhat the fuck? But I internally laugh when I think about my girl reading monster porn. God, she is something else.

“That chair is for looks. It’s hardly standing.” I hear her shout from somewhere in her bathroom. She is probably in her closet packing a small overnight bag.

I suddenly get excited knowing that she’s going to be staying at my place again tonight. I want all of her nights if I’m being honest. And my curious mind wanders over to the small dresser I hadn’t noticed before. I know one probably shouldn’t snoop on other people's privacy but I just want to get to know Hollis a little better…right?

That’s what I tell myself when I open up the top drawer and see her underwear collection. I didn’t expect that, so I decide to close it quickly when something else catches my eyes.

I move her panties around so I can see the toy. It’s purple and thick and has ripples on every side. I don’t know what the fuck possesses me, but I pick it up right as she walks out of the bathroom.

“Jax, what the fuck?” she questions but in a playful way, not at all pissed, her hands on her hips.

I turn and stare at her as I hold her vibrator in my hands, definitely feeling awkward at first until I see the look of mischief in her eye.

“Do you use this to make yourself come, Hollis?” I decide to ask her, and her face just gives me an unapproving look.

“Of course, Jaxon. That’s what vibrators are for,” she says very unashamedly, which makes my whole body feel the sting of pleasure course through it.

She’s not embarrassed that I found her vibrator and she’s not ashamed that she uses it. Confidence exudes off Hollis as I see just how much power she holds herself accountable to.

“When’s the last time you used it?” I ask her, wanting to see if I can make her sweat any, as she tosses a bag on the floor and walks toward me.

Her smile is only half curled on her face and her eyes glisten even in the darkness. She grabs the toy out of my hand and makes sure we’re holding eye contact.

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