Page 3 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
Plus, these extra tiny clothes make me feel like he’s analyzing every inch of exposed skin that I have. Not that it’s bad. His eyes are making their assessment, and my skin tingles before flaring hotly in my secret spot. But I don’t feel particularly judged. I’m actually breathing rapidly and kind of happy. I should be more intimidated. He’s so much bigger than me, and his eyes flashed for a moment, but for whatever reason, being so close to Nash has me excited.
Excited in ways I’ve never been before.
“So, you’re a biker?” I ask.
Nash tilts his head and takes a swig from his beer.
“I guess you could say that,” he smirks.
“I’ve never even been on a motorcycle. Yours looks nice, though.” I could never dream of jumping on one of those things. They’re so loud, and it’s just you against the wind. There’s so much that could go wrong. There’s nothing protecting you in a crash except maybe a helmet.
Not that I’m going to tell Nash that. I’m sure he’s heard enough about the dangers of being on a bike. He doesn’t need to hear that from some noob like me. He’s probably just talking to me out of pity since my friend ditched me.
Yeah, that’s probably it.
Nash asks me a question, but I’m so caught in my thoughts that I don’t quite catch it.
“Hm?” I ask distractedly. I heard something, but I’m not actually sure if I heard him right. I’m sure he didn’t just invite me to get on that death machine.
He grins knowingly.
“I asked if you wanted to go for a ride?”
“A ride? Yeah, sure.”
What? Why did I just say yes? And so quickly? I don’t even know this guy’s last name, and I’m already agreeing to take a ride on a vehicle that I’ve been legit scared of for most of my life. Not just agreeing, but basically jumping at the opportunity. I can’t be doing this.
Nash gets up off his bike and gets two helmets out from a little compartment in back.
“You sure?” he asks while holding out a helmet for me.
“Of course!” He just gave me a chance to back out, and I didn’t. OMG.
I take the helmet from him, doing my best to exude absolute confidence. What I’m feeling on the inside is nerves, but I don’t want to let on.
He grins.
“Okay, whatever you say, boss.” He sticks his helmet on his head, securing it. I try to do the same, mirroring his actions, but I’m having trouble with the clip. Nash did it with such ease, so why can’t I?
“Want some help?” he asks with a twinkle in those blue eyes.
“Yeah, thanks.”
He has to bend down a little bit to see under my chin. I lift it up slightly, giving him easier access. His fingers easily work the clip and get the helmet sitting on my head nice and snug. His hand lingers a little bit, and I swear his fingers brush against my neck right where he’d be able to feel my pulse. My heart is pounding, so I’m sure my pulse is going a mile a minute. I hold my breath, hoping it will slow the rushing rhythm of my body, but my heart just beats even faster. He’s much too close to me, and I know I’m going to faint.
But then Nash lets go of me like nothing’s even happened and goes back to his bike. Closing my eyes, I take long and deep breaths.
He has to know how nervous I am. Maybe he thinks it’s because of this motorcycle ride, my first one ever. Which is fine with me because I don’t need Nash knowing therealreason why I’m breathing hard.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
I open my eyes back up and see him throwing a long, muscular leg over the seat, getting himself situated. I kind of just stand there, bouncing my weight from one foot to the next in a bid to get rid of my anxiety.
“Did you want to get on?” Nash asks with an amused expression.
“Oh, yeah. Let me do that.”
I rush over and try to get my leg over the seat, but since I’ve never done this before, I’m having some issues. I feel his arms go under my armpits, and he lifts me up to place my ass behind him. I’m not even sure how he maneuvered his body to get me on the bike.
