Page 15 of A Man in Uniform

“I want to show you something.”

“What?” Crossing her arms, she kicks her hip out.

“You'll have to get on to find out.”

Jenny bounces her eyebrows and grunts noises that aren't really words. She's nudging her head towards my motorcycle, and basically telling Story to go.

“I don't—”

“She's coming,” Jenny says, answering for her. Story gives her a look and I can see both girls have a voiceless conversation.

Story rolls her eyes, letting them fall back on me. “You got another helmet?”

I reach into my saddlebag, and pull out a helmet. “Here, climb on.”

“Just don't think this means I'm not still mad at you.” Her eyes zero in on mine, and I know I owe her more than what I've given her.

But apologies mean nothing if you don't believe it. I won't apologize for anything, because I'm not sorry. I just hope she can eventually understand me. I did it to save her from a world she could never handle.

Story is too innocent, too pure, the truth of what I saw and what I lived through will destroy her.

“I wouldn't expect anything less,” I say with a grin.

She pulls the helmet on her head and straps it tight. Throwing her leg over the seat, she wraps her arms tightly around my waist and snuggles up against my back.

Turning the throttle, we're gone. I feel her body jerk back, causing her fingers to tighten around my chest. I love that feeling, I've missed that feeling, no matter how much I try to pretend it doesn't exist.

The wind slaps against my face, and a rush fills my body, a feeling I don't recognize.

Adrenaline.

But not the adrenaline I spent years living with, this is different. It courses through my veins, making my heart pump like a drummer playing double bass in a heavy metal band.

I smile to myself, gleaming from ear to ear. Freedom in the form of pleasure.

Rolling to a red light, I look back at her over my shoulder. “You have anywhere to be today?”

“Is that any of your business?” I can hear the annoyance in her voice.

I'm going to change her mind about me. I'm going to make her see the man I am now. Not the boy that broke her heart. We all make choices, and I had to chose between giving her what she wanted, or letting her go; if only for a little while.

I'm here now. Ready to give her everything she ever wanted. I just need her to take my hand.

A twinge of jealousy hits my stomach, as my head rolls with thoughts.How many boyfriends has she had over the years? And how many has she loved?

The thought of her with someone else makes me feel sick. But she isn't my girlfriend, I burnt that bridge the second I got on that bus, and it took me only one day to realize it.

Story doesn't owe me any act of celibacy. We aren't a couple, so why am I getting so heated with the idea of her being with someone else?

Because she's always been mine. Even when she thought she wasn't.

The light turns green, so I twist back to the road. As we take a right turn, she leans into my ear. “Where are we going anyway? You haven't told me anything.”

“A little place I know.” Hitting the throttle harder, the motorcycle jerks forward. Story digs her hands into my chest, gripping tighter to stay in place.

I enjoy having her on the back of my bike. It's been too long since I've had her around me, her tits rubbing against my back, her thighs hugging my hips. My cock thickens as her nipples bead, scraping against my back.

God damn, I've missed this. . .

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