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“Hey.” Dex touches my arm, jerking me from my thoughts. “You disappeared on me.”

I curl my hands around the back of her neck and bend to kiss her, only briefly, but it has the desired effect of halting further questioning on her part.

“Shall we go?” I ask.

She smiles. “Sounds good.”

A couple of hours after leaving Santa Monica, we arrive at Redondo Beach. The path continues a little farther down to Torrance Beach, but Redondo, in my opinion, has more going on.

We secure the bikes and wander around. Knowing Dex as I now do, I suggest hot dogs and ice cream for lunch rather than a formal restaurant, which, if her beaming smile is anything to go by, scores a plus point for me.

After an hour or so, we return to our bikes and head back to the path. It’s much hotter on the return journey to Santa Monica, and after we’ve been cycling for ten miles or so, Dex slows down. By the time we reach Marina Del Rey and turn off the path to skirt the marina, she calls a time out.

She kicks out the bike stand and stretches her legs.

“My knees are stiff, and my cooter is killing me from that saddle.”

Both eyebrows crawl up my forehead. “Cooter?”

“Yeah, you know.” She points to her pussy. “Cooter.”

I throw back my head and laugh. “You’re one crazy woman.”

“You can laugh, but if I’m in pain down there, you won’t be able to visit, will you?”

“I’ll lick it all better.” Just for fun, I take a step toward her.

She throws her hands out in front. “Don’t even think about it.”

I laugh again. “Okay, I’ll wait until we get home. A hot bath, lots of tongue action, and you’ll be good as new.”

“You’re so bad.”

I catch her around the waist and steal a kiss. “Yeah, so you keep saying. Still here, though, aren’t you, Titch?”

“Cocky bastard,” she mutters, adding, “Anyway, if my cooter is sore, your cock and balls must be, too, surely?”

“All in full working order.” I flash a grin. “When I first came to LA, I took up cycling as a way of getting my cardio in. Better than running on a treadmill in a gym, and if you get up into the mountains, you burn an insane number of calories. Anyway, the first couple times I went, I pushed myself pretty hard, cycling for four, five hours at a time. On the third time I went out, after an hour or so, I noticed I couldn’t feel my balls. I’m telling you; I shit myself.”

She leans forward, interested in the story. “What happened?”

“I quit the ride and walked the damn bike home. Then I got on the internet. Turns out it’s pretty common, and I fixed it by changing the seat on my bike. It also helps if you shift your position regularly and occasionally stand up to cycle, which is what I did today, because these rental bikes don’t have the best seats.”

“Well, if we do this again, I want a cooter-safe seat.”

This woman. I can’t get enough. I form a serious expression and nod. “Noted. I’ll make sure I call ahead and ask for one specifically. I’m sure they have stock out back.”

She shoves me in the chest. “Stop teasing me.”

I grab her wrist, yanking her up close against me. We’re both sweaty from the bike ride, but I don’t care, and from the way she presses herself against me, neither does she.

“But it’s so much fun, Titch.” I capture her mouth, licking along her bottom lip before sliding my tongue inside. Kissing Dex could become my new hobby. At least the hobby I undertake when I can’t fuck her. That’s my new favorite thing to do.

“Think you can make it back?” I ask, loving how disheveled she looks with her face flushed, and her hair mussed from the wind and my fingers.

She nods. “I might take your lead and stand up a bit.”

It takes another ninety minutes before we arrive back in Santa Monica. After dropping off the bikes, we stroll back to the car. As I drive away, heading for Dex’s place—because she has a bath, and I don’t—I curl my fingers around hers and lift her hand to my mouth.

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