Page 56 of Hollywood

I glared at him. “Is that what you call having faith in me?” I’d spent the past six months learning to ride a motorcycle, all because I wanted to surprise my man when this day finally rolled around. “You think I can’t do it.”

Gio shrugged. “I know that you can but I’m not sure that you should.” He sighed and stood beside me, studying the motorcycle in front of us. “You know he’s not gonna sit bitch, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Doesn’t matter. He can ride us home if he wants, the point is that I’m going to show up there on the bike to show him how proud I am of him.” It had been a long six months of recovery and therapy, and some days he felt it more than others. But each week he made progress and got stronger. “I’m doing this Gio.”

“Okay fine. I’ll be your bike buddy. Let’s do this.”

“Thank you, Gio.” I hugged him tight, took a step back and watched the bike again. I was nervous but I was also ready.

So fucking ready.

The first few minutes were a little shaky but with each quarter mile I grew more comfortable on the front of the bike as the wind whipped against my skin. The day was sunny and warm, and the ride was enjoyable but when I pulled into the parking lot of the physical therapy complex, I was met with the most welcome sight.

Hollywood.

He looked around the parking lot in search of the little sedan I drove here most days to pick him up. I watched as he pulled out his phone and called me. “Hey babe, where are you?”

“Look to your right. I’m wearing the black leather pants you love so much.” I held my breath as I watched his head swivel, his gaze narrowed against the sun until they stopped on me. Even from this distance I clocked his smile growing.

He ambled across that parking lot in that slow sexy gait of his that was now officially back to normal. “You really shouldn’t lean on other people’s bikes.”

I folded my arms and flashed a flirty smile. “Good thing I’m leaning onmybike then, isn’t it?” His green eyes widened so comically I bit back a laugh.

“Your bike?”

I nodded.

“How long have I been in there?” He ran one hand through this thick hair and blew out a breath.

“Only about six months.” I stepped away from the bike and wrapped my arms around him. “How was therapy, babe?”

“Great. I’m done unless I have additional pain or stiffness.”

“Excellent!” I hugged him tight and kissed him softly. “I got my license, and I wanted to surprise you to celebrate the last day of PT.”

“This is certainly a surprise.”

“A good one, I hope? You’ve worked so hard the past few months, even when it was hard and I’m proud of you babe.”

Hollywood hooked one arm around me and pulled me close. “You were just the motivation I needed to keep going.” His smile was salacious and all I wanted was to eat him up right there in the middle of the parking lot. “So you can really ride this thing?”

“Yep. Wanna see or are you ready to get back on the saddle?” I wiggled my brows, tempting him.

“Let’s see what you can do, sweetheart.”

I handed him the spare helmet, went through my checks to start the bike and then I started the engine.

“That was hot as hell,” he murmured in my ear and pressed his chest to my back.

I smiled and turned out of the parking lot, opening up the bike on the road and stretching her legs just over the speed limit. The ride was shorter than I wanted but I was also eager to get my man alone. By the three month mark we got creative in getting each other off thanks to a complication in his lower back.

“That was some damn good machine handling, babe.”

“Thanks. Are you feeling okay?”

“Don’t enjoy sitting bitch on a bike but yeah, I feel good. I do like having my body pressed against you while you control the bike. Hot as fuck, Winter.”

I shivered at the look in his eyes and tugged on his wrist to pull him inside the house. “So it’s okay for me to sit bitch but not you?”

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