Page 67 of Biker's Property

I walkinside the changing room and shut the door behind me, turning the lock. It feels like a symbolic gesture because Ryder definitely has the strength and most likely the skill to break down this door to get to me. I watched him pick a gas station lock with basically nothing.

Ryder rests his back against the changing room door, nearly knocking it down just from his gentle weight. He sighs.

“This is painful. I want to see you naked.”

“Ryder!”

“What?” He says. “It’s true.”

“I thought sobering up would make you think a little before speaking.”

“That sweet nectaryou introduced me to makes me want to talk,” Ryder says, turning around so his feet point beneath the changing room door.

“Caffeine? Most people have a little and get woken up,” I tell him. “You’re acting like you’re about to tear down the door to see me naked.”

I take my clothes off slowly. I know logically he can’t see me, but Ryder must be staring through the door so damn hard, because I can almost feel his eyes on the back of my neck while I change.

Mirrors surround me as I expose myself so thoroughly for the first time. I’ve seen myself naked in the motel mirrors, but I wasn’t trying on wedding dresses and I didn’t have to take my clothes off like this. I don’t think I look particularly pretty. Even if I’ve only been quiet for a minute or two, Ryder knocks on the door impatiently.

“How do you look? Are your tits out?”

“I don’t have the dress on yet.”

“What about your tits?”

“Ryder…”

“We’re alone,” he says. “You could at least describe them for me.”

“I’m not looking at my boobs, Ryder.”

But I’m lying.Of course. The second Ryder starts asking me about them, I examine my breasts in the mirror. My ex-husband loved pointing out how small they were. He would get mean about it too, calling me a “little girl” and making the most perverted comments. It’s hard to imagine loving my small boobs. I don’t care about them but… I don’t love them either.

“Then look at them,” he says. “Tell daddy what he’s missing.”

My throat tightens. I guess I’m lucky that he doesn’t break down the door.

“They’re small and dark brown,”I say in the most calm and neutral voice that I can manage. I keep looking at them, although I don’t know what else he wants me to say.

“I bet they are,” he says. “What do your nipples look like?”

“Do you really need to know that?”

“Yes,” he says. “You have my dick so hard that listening to you describe those pretty tits is the only thing stopping me from?—

He trails off and then his voice resounds more forcefully. “Describe them, Joslin.”

“My nipples are… small. The color of… a York peppermint patty.”

“Damn,” Ryder says. “That sounds hot. Touch them.”

“What?” I heard him. But I don’t know what he means by touch them.

“Holdthose tits and touch those nipples for me,” Ryder says. “Tell me how they feel.”

My boobs don’t have much weight in my palms. But they’re soft. My nipples get stiff and hard once I hold my boobs and roll them around. I can’t bring myself to say anything. But Ryder helps me along.

“Come on, baby. I know you’re shy but… You’re beautiful. And I want to get as close to your pretty brown tits as possible.”

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