Page 29 of Frosty the Biker

“You’re fine,” I assured him. Then, I stepped closer to him. His arms instinctively engulfed me when I got into his orbit. The kiss that followed was mind-blowing.

Taking charge, I walked us toward the bed. When he reached the edge, the backs of his knees buckled, and we toppled onto the comforter. Laughter bubbled forth which he quickly tried to subdue with a kiss and ashhh!

“Don’t worry, like I told my mom, Anson sleeps like a rock.”

“Doesn’t mean your mom does!” he whisper-shouted.

I grinned. “Where do you think he gets it from?”

“So, we’re really doing this?” he asked, looking both hopeful, but suspicious.

“If you are okay with it, yes. I need you. I’ve missed you so much I can’t stand it. All it took was seeing you again for me to know. I think that’s part of the reason I was so angry when I first saw you yesterday. I was angry at myself for still loving you—still wanting you after everything I thought you’d done,” I explained.

He took a two-beat pause and then he grabbed me. As if it was killing him not to have contact with me. And like anytime we were together before, we quickly shed our clothes. It was always like we couldn’t get close enough, quick enough.

Before I knew it, I was on my back, he was over me and his hands and mouth were roaming in all the right places. When I felt him nudge at the juncture of my thighs, a moment of clarify broke through. “Wait!”

He immediately paused, his breathing labored. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you—I mean… do you know if you’re clean?”

He dropped his head into the pillow by my neck. After a pause, there was a muffled, “Yeah.”

“Have you been tested recently?” I had before I left Chicago. My last casual relationship had ended and because we had been on and off, I figured it was a good idea.

“Don’t need to,” he mumbled into my skin and the movement of his lips tickled me.

Not wanting to be heartless, but needing to stand my ground, I ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his head. I tried to gently explain, “Look I’m not comfortable taking chances on your guts, babe. Guys can be carrying things and not know it. I think we should maybe wait until we can do that.”

“No, I mean there’s no way.”

“What?” I was confused.

“Fuck, this is almost embarrassing,” he mumbled into my neck. Then he inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, his warm breath feathering over the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. “There hasn’t been anyone… in a long while.”

“Okayyyy, but you still should be tested, no matter how long it’s been… How longhasit been?” That last question was for pure nosiness, but I was beginning to think this man didn’t understood how STDs worked. He could have something foryearsand not know. He still needed to get tested. Fuck, this was killing my mood.

“Since you,” he softly admitted.

My heart stopped for a beat, then took off like a thoroughbred at the starting gate. My lungs refused to work during that pause and the air trapped in there came out in a rush with my galloping pulse. “Dalton?”

I gently pushed on him. I needed to look into his sky-blue eyes for this.

He rose up to one elbow, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye.

My hand found its way to his cheek without my conscious thought. Using my thumb, I tipped his head up. “Look at me.”

Before he completed my request, he squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, what I saw in those clear blue depths, stunned me—took my breath away. “You were my world, Ry. No one could compare to you.”

“That’s why you kept the ring?” I asked, completely astonished.

He shrugged. “Maybe? I honestly don’t know why I kept it all those years. I just couldn’t part with it knowing you had picked it out. It was as if you were connected to it.”

“I can’t believe you carried it on your key ring,” I whispered, trying to lighten the mood.

A crooked grin lifted one corner of his mouth. “Maybe not my brightest move.”

Then we both sobered again. He used his fingers to trace my eyebrows, then his thumb brushed over the curve of my cheek.

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