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“Shit,” I laugh as I climb off the bed and begin straightening my outfit.

“Wait,” she calls, before flattening down a piece of unruly hair at the side of my head. “There, perfect!” she smiles.

“Love you, sis,” I say before turning to walk out the door. Butterflies form in my tummy as I make my way up the stairs, just as a second horn sounds.

Chapter Thirty-One

Gabe

Ipull up outside of Riley's house and honk my horn. I wait a few minutes expecting her to come outside, but she doesn't. Am I supposed to go to the door and get her? Is that a date thing to do?

I climb off my bike and make my way towards the door, but as I get closer, I hear her dogs barking so I rush back to the safety of my bike. Fuck that shit! I'm not messing with whatever dog that is. No way!

I climb back onto my bike, honking my horn for a second time. The door flies open seconds later and my heart skips a beat. Wow!!

She's dressed in shorts, fishnets, and long boots and looks like the sexiest girl I've ever seen. My cock springs to attention, probably as quickly as it would have if she'd opened the door butt naked. Fuck me, all I wanna do is drag her back inside, down to her bedroom, and lose myself in her.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, looking at me with nervous eyes.

“You look… wow,” I purr as all the blood rushes directly to my cock.

“You sure, it’s not too...” Riley begins to say. But her words are cut short when I grab hold of her hand, pulling her closer, before moving her hand against the bulge in my jeans. “You look fucking hot. So hot in fact that I’m seriously considering scrapping this whole day and dragging you inside and fucking you senseless.”

I release my hold on Riley's hand and step backwards, smirking as I see a mixture of emotions flash across her face.

Riley regains her composure, even though I can see by the blush on her cheeks that she’s flustered. “Thanks. Harper gave me the boots,” she says as she wags her foot in the air.

“I..I.. got something for you,” I say as the blood finally begins to return to my brain.

“For me?” she gasps, sounding excited and surprised.

I climb off the bike, open the little basket, and remove the helmet and jacket I bought. “It's not wrapped or shit, but I got you these earlier.”

Riley reaches for the jacket, running her hands across the cold, smooth material, before carefully putting it on. I hope she likes it. Maybe this was a really stupid idea.

She runs her hand across the front again, playing with the buttons before exclaiming, “It's got pockets!” I can't help but let out a loud chuckle.

“What's so funny?” she says as she looks over to me with a puzzled look.

“Nothing, Trixi said you would like the pockets,” I say with a grin.

“Trixi?” Riley asks, her voice suddenly sounding much less excited. I don't miss the sad look now in her eyes. Shit, she probably thinks Trixi is another cheap whore. I’m fucking this all up!

“No, no, it’s not like that,” I add quickly. “Trixi is a kid.”

“A kid? Who’s kid?” Riley asks, looking even more puzzled.

Shit! Now she thinks I've got some secret kid somewhere. This is not going how I planned it. Taking a deep breath, I try again to explain.

“I went to get my bike fixed. Trixi is Tate, the owner's kid. She helped me pick out this jacket. She got excited over pockets too, but I didn't get why. She said it's a girl thing and you would understand,” I say in a fluster. Why am I so nervous? Does she believe me? Please believe me.

A smirk forms on Riley’s face as she watches me struggle to find the right words before she finally stops me. “Yeah, I get it. Pockets are definitely a girl's best friend,” Riley says with a grin before leaning forward to hug me.

“I thought diamonds were a girl's best friend?” I joke, as I gently push her away. I tolerate them, but I'm not a huge fan of the long hugs.

“Nope, it's definitely pockets,” Riley smirks.

“Rilez,” a voice shouts. “You forgot your phone.”

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