Page 10 of Five Mountain Daddies

But this time, I actually want London. Watching the twins seduce her like that only made me interested, made me want her even more. Maybe that’s fucking weird, or sick, or whatever word you want to use, but it’s the truth. Watching her get excited made me get excited… and made me want to get ataste.

I walk up to the building. The sign out front reads “Walker ATV Tours” in big red letters on a rusted white tin background. It’s like any number of ATV places in the area, although this one seems to be doing pretty well. I can hear the ATVs driving in the distance, and a few are idling nearby as I step into the mainlobby.

There are t-shirts on racks, novelty items, souvenir shit, the usual stuff like bumper stickers and shot glasses. I ignore all that stuff and walk right up to the front desk where London’s leaning up against the counter and reading something on herphone.

She starts when she finally looks up. “Ryan?” sheasks.

“The one and only.” I grin at her. “How’s your daygoing?”

She gapes a little bit, and I like how pretty her lips look. She gets ahold of herself quickly before shaking her head. “It’s, uh, it’s a slow day. What are you doing here? Want atour?”

I laugh softly at that. “No, I’m not here to ride an ATV,thanks.”

“Oh.” She pauses a second. “What can I do foryou?”

“I’m here to take you tolunch.”

She watches me a second, chewing her lip slightly. I love that little nervous habit of hers. It’s fucking sexy, well, really, everything about her is fucking sexy. I just smile at her, not rushing her, and she finally smiles a littleuncertainly.

“Let me go on break,” she says. “I’ll meet you outfront.”

“Soundsgood.”

I pause before leaving. She turns and walks into the back, and I catch a glimpse of the little blonde girl she brought to the party lastnight.

I head out front and lean up against my motorcycle. She comes trotting out a minute later, wearing jean shorts and a different shirt, this one denim and partially unbuttoned down thefront.

She hesitates when she sees my bike. “We’re taking that?” sheasks.

“Sure are.” I toss her my helmet and she catches it awkwardly. “Put thaton.”

She makes a face but I don’t wait for her to decide. I climb onto the bike and start the engine. She says something over the noise but I can’t hear her. She puts the helmet on and finally climbs on back behindme.

I grab her hands and pull them around my waist, smiling to myself, before slowly backing out of the spot. I take off, her hands gripping me hard, as I pull out of the driveway and turn onto the little backroad.

I can tell she’s never been on a bike before, which is fine. She’s not leaning with me on the turns, and she’s gripping me hard. I smile the whole time as I drive, taking her the scenic way, but not going too fast. I don’t want to risk a spill with her on here withme.

I pull off the main road, down a dirt and gravel drive that dead ends about fifty feet off the road. I park the bike and kill theengine.

“Where are we?” London asks as she gets off. “I’ve never been herebefore.”

“We own part of this property,” I say. “I have a little picnic set up just over there.” I point vaguely in the direction I have inmind.

She hesitates then grins at me. “You knew I’d come, didn’tyou?”

“I hoped,” Isay.

She laughs softly, and I like that she’s gaining some confidence. “You did more than hope. You set up apicnic.”

I grin back. “I don’t take no for ananswer.”

She rolls her eyes. “I hate that saying, youknow?”

“No,” Ianswer.

She laughs and pushes me softly. I grin at her. “Come on,” I say, and strike out up a small slope through thewoods.

She catches up behind me. “So why do you guys own this land?” she asksme.

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