Page 61 of Old-Fashioned

However, after this, I would be making it my life’s mission repeat this moment as many times as I could when it rained.

Since today was Good Friday, I made it a point to close the bar on certain holidays to give my staff time off to enjoy things without worrying about work.

Birdie was clutched tightly to my back as we rode through the countryside after having a late lunch.

I had planned to have us safely back into the house before the torrential downpour that was expected tonight to hit us.

Unfortunately, I didn’t take Mother Nature into account.

We were about thirty minutes from home and nowhere to stop to get out of the light mist that started.

Birdie laughed as the wind ripped around us, “I have all the faith in the world in you, Abel Black.”

Those words stayed on repeat as I slowed down and tried to get us home safely.

Fifteen minutes later, both of us were soaked, but not once did Birdie complain.

No, the crazy woman just laughed.

Laughed.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

Finally, when my driveway came into view, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding.

We were both soaked to the bone, but the moment I parked the bike, neither one of us moved for moments.

It was only when she took her helmet off, got off the bike, and her leather jacket opened up that I failed to bite back the groan that fell from my lips.

Her nipples were pebbled.

Her perfect nipples I wanted to suck on, were pebbled.

Getting off the bike, I tore my helmet off, placed it on the back of the bike, and walked away from her, trying to recite multiplication tables in my head to get my hard cock to go down.

And when I felt her little hand on the back of my bicep, I growled, “Need you to go into the house, and get dry please.”

When the multiplication tables weren’t helping, I took in the moments. Hoping that would help.

When she didn’t move, I growled, “Birdie, trying to be the man you deserve. Take your gorgeous ass into the house. Now.”

And again, my Birdie didn’t move.

No, she did move, she moved to my front, and wrapped her arms around my neck, and then she whispered, as the rain pelted down around us, “You are the man I deserve, Abel. Now, take me into your house and prove it.”

“Repeat that.” I said trying to catch my breath.

She smiled, “Make love to me, Abel.”

I shook my head, “You wouldn’t do that unless you heard those three words, Baby girl.”

She smiled up at me, “Why would I need to hear them when you show me every day?”

“You mean it?” I asked her as I wrapped my arms around her.

At her nod, she bit her bottom lip, and I was undone.

I growled, and lowered my head, then crashed my lips on hers.

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