Page 73 of Make Me Want it Too

“Yep.”

She lowers her voice. “What do I say?”

“There’s been a couple oh shits and several fucks.”

Her eyes are wide.

I burst out laughing. “I didn’t mean to horrify you. It’s okay, Mace. I like seeing this side of you.” It’s a side I don’t think anyone else sees.

We walk out to the front of the house, along the sweeping curved drive, and over to the second, detached garage, where ten bikes are lined up and waiting. Jake is already out there, inspecting all the tires and gear settings in his bike shorts and neon biking jersey, sunglasses on his head.

Bex comes to join us, soon followed by Noah and Livvy.

“Are you ready?” Bex beams.

“I haven’t ridden a bike since I was twelve, I think,” Macy says.

“They say you never forget,” I add.

“We’ll find out,” she says with a nervous chuckle.

“Who decided a twenty-six mile bike ride would be fun?” Livvy asks.

“Jake,” Bex whispers with a grimace.

Spencer and Margot hang back, chatting in the shade while Jake gets all the helmets organized by size.

“Coming through! Clear some space!” Zayne marches through with Dane following, phone in hand.

“Sorry, it’s for the vlog,” Dane whispers as they walk by, Zayne narrating and smiling for the camera.

They get some B-roll shots of the view and the bikes as Jake hands out the helmets.

“Can we get mimosas after?” Bex asks Jake as he does the clasp of her helmet.

“Anything you want, dear,” he says, then kisses her on the nose.

I do my helmet then turn to Macy to help with hers, but she already has it on and tightened.

She’s wearing short jean shorts that ride up between her thighs, and she keeps pulling them down.

“I should have worn the yoga pants again. These are so short, and my legs are so white, and ugh. I hate them.”

I see no problem with her legs. In fact, all I can think about when I look at them is how amazing they felt squeezing my head earlier. I put my hand soft on her back. “Your legs are perfect, and I can’t wait to get between them again.”

She looks up at me, adorable as ever, hair curling from under the bike helmet, rosy cheeked. “You want to… again?”

“Heck yeah, I do.” Then I laugh, because I don’t think I’ve ever said heck yeah before. She must be rubbing off on me.

“I want you to, too,” she whispers.

“Okay,” Jake waves to get all our attention, “this is how the ride’s going to go. We’ll go two-by-two. Bex and I will lead, then Spencer and Margot, Livvy and Noah, Zayne and Dane, then Macy and Wood in the back. Pick your bikes, and I’ll come around and adjust the seat for anyone who needs it.”

As we’re all getting on the bikes, Jake comes over and pulls me aside, keeping his voice low. “I need you to make sure Zayne’s keeping pace with the group. He’s my best friend. I know him. He’s going to want to stop every few minutes to take a picture or film a Reel or whatever.”

“I’m your man, bro.”

“Thanks.” He claps me on the shoulder and then we’re headed out for the ride.

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