Page 26 of Chasing Fireflies

“How’d you guess?”

“You smell like beer.” He kisses my neck, and I feel his fingers skim across my lower back. “Want to have a quickie?”

“Yes,” I breathe as his hand ventures low, and he removes my bottoms. He lightly runs his hand over me, and I lean back against the wall.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he takes my lips again. His tongue dances with mine, and a moan creeps up from my chest. I hear his pants go, and in another move he has my thigh lifted and he is inside me. I grip onto his shoulders as he presses forward. Steam takes over the bathroom, and sweat drips down my back.

“God, baby,” he breathes. “I fucking love the way you feel.” He clutches my leg and I pull him closer, pressing my ankle into his backside. As he goes deeper, I close my eyes. I’m awed by the love he gives me, and each time he shows me, my heart beats stronger, my mind gets clearer, and my soul begs to become one with his. I love this man more than my lungs love air, and as he comes undone, I tell him over and over.

“Happy anniversary,” he murmurs over my lips.

“Happy anniversary.”

*

A bandana covers my eyes, and I’m directed out of the house. “Now, don’t freak out on me,” Cash says.

“Well, now I am,” I counter. “What in the world have you done?”

“It’s an anniversary gift, for both of us,” he says. “Stand right here.”

I inhale and get anxious as I wait for him to let me see.

“Cash,” I say impatiently.

“One second,” he says, standing me where he wants me before he lets my arms loose and I’m left alone. I listen as I hear his footsteps going down the porch.

“Okay, look.”

Reaching up, I pull the bandana off, and my eyes find him. They grow big, and I step forward. “What in the hell is this?” I ask, smiling.

“I bought us a motorcycle, baby.”

“You bought this thing?”

“Yep, so we can go riding on our days off.” I walk down the steps and over to him. “It’s got some age on it, but I got it at a good price, and I’ve had it looked at and tuned up. It’s good to go.” He grabs two helmets from the back. “Let’s take her for a ride.” He places the helmet on my head and kisses my lips. I grin like a kid who just got out of school for the summer before I hop on the back. The engine vibrates under me, and Cash tells me to hold on. I wrap my arms around his waist as he puts her in first. We circle around, and he shifts gears as we head down the old country road that needs to be repaved. My fingertips hardly touch each other, but I hold on tight as the wind tosses my hair. I smile as a feeling of freedom washes over me and I get brave. I release my hold from Cash and spread my arms out wide. Cool evening air brushes over my skin, and I close my eyes and lean my head back slightly, feeling the warmness against my face from the sunshine, thinking this is what flying must feel like. I hold on again as he goes faster and we head toward no certain destination, but after all, this is simply about the ride.

*

“I want to learn how to drive it,” I say after our showers. We’re lying on the living room rug with popcorn and candy.

“Okay, I’ll teach you.”

“Teach me now,” I say, jumping up.

“It’s dark out.”

“So?”

“So it’s dangerous. I’ll teach you this weekend.”

“Cash, I really wanna do it now.”

“Sara,” he warns.

“This isn’t some stupid trigger. I just want to learn how to drive the fucking motorcycle,” I say, rolling my eyes at him. He narrows his.

“You’re being impatient. You’re snapping on me, and you think this isn’t a trigger?”

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