Page 77 of Why Not Us?

“Yeah. They’re all branded, though. I didn’t think you’d want one that says Harley Davidson on it.”

She shrugs. “It’s not like I’m going to be riding on any other kind of bike.”

Something about the way she says that, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I find myself agreeing. She doesn’t ride on any bike but mine. I stop her, turning her to face me and capturing her lips in a far deeper kiss than the one she’d given me.

When we separate, her face is flushed and her eyes are half-lidded. “What was that for?” she asks.

“I really like the idea that you’re mine.”

“Mmm. Yes, please.” She straightens and lifts her chin, her hand caressing my cheek, smoothing down my beard. “Although, I do want to mention, if I’m yours, that means you’re mine.”

“Sounds perfect.”

We return downstairs where she pays for her things, then we cross the parking lot to the Harley Davidson dealership. I lead her over to the accessories and she looks through a few jackets, but I can tell she’s not liking them any more than the ones we’d seen at the last store. That is until she rounds the display rack and gasps.

“Find something?” I ask.

“Nate,” she says, taking a jacket off its hanger. “It’s purple.”

It certainly is. It’s a darker purple with Harley Davidson 03 embroidered on the back. The zippers are all black and it has armour sewn in the back, shoulders, and elbows.

“I want to try it on,” she says, shoving it at me in her haste to get Taylor’s jacket off.

I chuckle as she hands me the black jacket in exchange for the purple one. She slips it on, zipping it up and pulling her hair out of the collar. It fits her perfectly. She stands in front of the mirror, examining it from different angles.

“Is it comfortable?” I ask.

She nods. “What are these extra zippers for?” She points to two on the front.

“Vents. For if it’s really hot out.”

She casts me a look over her shoulder. “That’s good, right?”

“Yeah. Especially since we won’t be riding much in the winter. You’ll need something you can be cooler in for longer rides in the summer.”

“Like to Squamish again?”

“Or Whistler.”

She smiles at me before turning to the mirror. “I’m not ready to jump off a bridge yet. Is it okay that it’s not leather?”

I tap a knuckle on the armour plate in the back. “That’s what this is for. Taylor wears something like this when he rides. I just prefer leather.”

She turns around, gripping the sides of my jacket and tugging me closer. “That’s good, because you look sexy in it.”

My cock stirs at the way she says that, letting me know it would prefer us both to be wearing nothing at all. I pull her closer, kissing her deeply until she moans.

“Let’s pay for this and get you back to my place, princess.”

Waking with Adalie for the second time confirms I want to wake with her more often. She stretches next to me, her soft body sliding along mine.

“Good morning,” she says. “Is it okay that I’m half draped over you?”

I chuckle. “Adalie, you could be lying on top of me, and I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d probably prefer it.”

She shifts, climbing onto me. My morning wood gets harder as her pussy settles over it. She props her chin on her hands, giving me that sweet smile I love so much.

“I could make this happen more, if you want,” she says. “You’re pretty comfy. I’d say good morning to him, too,” she points toward where my cock is pressing into her, “but I’m kind of hungry.”

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