Page 8 of August's Ride with Arrow

“I have my own hotel room...” I say, and he smiles.

“Your place it is, then. Hop on,” he says, helping me up on his bike and securing a helmet over my head that actually fits me this time.

“I stopped and got you a helmet. You’ll need it riding on my bike," he says, anticipating the question in my head.

My mind races because that's not something a guy would do if he’s not planning on seeing a woman after they have sex. That's something he’d do for someone he plans on keeping around. But I brush it off. Maybe he's just trying to be nice and ensure that he gets laid tonight.

What he doesn't know is that he has gotten me so worked up at this concert that I might self-combust if he does the gentlemanly thing and walks away.

But that doesn't mean my nerves aren't going crazy either. When he gets on the bike, I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. He picks up one of my hands from his chest and brings it up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles before putting it back on his chest and patting it.

Then he slides his helmet on and turns the engine on.

I'm already on edge from all the teasing at the concert, and now, with the vibrations between my legs, I miss the question he asks.

“Kitty Kat, what has your mind so distracted?” he chuckles.

Focusing on him, I ask, “I'm sorry. What did I miss?”

“I asked what hotel are you staying at?”

Even over the roar of the motorcycle, I can hear the chuckle in his voice.

I give him the name and some directions, and before I know it, we're pulling into the hotel parking lot. Once he parks, secures his bike, and takes my helmet, we head upstairs. Thankfully, there is a door to enter where I don’t have to go through the lobby. Since we've been here, Penny and Bridget have made it a point to get to know all the staff. Without a doubt, they’d remember me coming in with a big biker, and I want to keep my stuff private.

His gaze is intense as we ride the elevator up to my floor. My nipples are hard points under my bra, and I want to shiver at his stare.

When the elevator doors open, he follows me down the hallway to my room. I don't know what I expect, but once the door is closed and locked behind us, he walks over to the dresser and sets the helmet down, then turns to look at me.

I haven't moved. My back is still to the door. He walks over to me, studying me with his every step.

“Why are you so nervous, Kitty Kat?” he asks as he puts his hands on my waist so there are only a few inches between us.

“Well, this is my first time doing something like this,” I say, not quite sure how to tell him I’m a virgin without scaring him off. Because I'm sure once he finds out, he will grab his stuff and be out the door so fast.

"Your first one-night stand, perhaps. But let me assure you, Kitty Kat, it will also be your last. Because this won't just be one night," he says confidently, his eyes never leaving mine, as if trying to read my thoughts.

How can he be so sure?

Maybe I want to scare him off because the next thing I know, I tell him what I said I wasn't going to.

“No, it's my first time. I've never had sex before,” I say and then clamp my mouth shut, waiting for his reaction.

Once again, his eyes are focused on me, searching mine like he's waiting for me to say that I was just joking.

“Are you serious?” he asks softly, in a dangerous way, not at all like I expected.

My tongue feels way too big for my mouth, so all I do is nod.

A beautiful smile lights up his face and he tilts my head up to look me right in the eyes. “Well, that's perfect because it's my first time, too,” he says.

My jaw drops open in astonishment. “How is that possible?” I ask in complete bewilderment.

He lets out a deep chuckle before answering, “How is it possible that I'm almost forty and still a virgin? Have you not noticed the massive scar on my face?”

What is he talking about? Of course, I've seen it and I think it's sexy as hell. Anyone who doesn't think so has seriously got problems. Without thinking about it, I reach up and gently trace the scar. He closes his eyes and doesn't move, his body tight and tense.

“I see the scar,” I say softly. “And I think it's really sexy.”

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