Page 4 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
He looks back at me with that smirk of his. It goes straight to my secret spot, and I begin to tingle all over.
“You need to wrap your arms around me unless you want to fall off. Trust me, falling hurts.”
“Mm-hm.”
I feel so absentminded. I keep getting so lost in looking at him that I’m forgetting basic functions. I slide my arms around my waist and feel rock hard abs immediately. I almost start moving my fingers around, so I can feel him up, but that’s not why we’re here. Remaining calm and cool is of the utmost importance. I bring my body against his back so that my breasts just brush against him, feeling his warmth seeping through his shirt.
Nash merely kicks something with his foot and starts his bike. I jump at the sound, the chopper’s vibrations entering me through my thighs and moving through my entire body.
Almost immediately, the bike jumps forward, and I tighten my grip, pressing my helmeted head into his back. I’m sure the hard plastic of the helmet edged into him isn’t the most comfortable feeling, but I do not want to switch positions and take a tumble. It takes absolutely everything inside of me not to start screaming. This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done, and it honestly feels like death is waiting around the corner, laughing at how dumb I’m being right now.
Riding a motorcycle probably sounds like a rather mild activity to most people, but I’m like mayonnaise next to hot sauce. Boring and mild.
“It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay,” I whisper a little mantra to myself. Nash seems more than capable with this bike. I’m sure I can trust him.
I know we just met, but something about him feels safe.
We jolt forwards and pull out onto the street before whizzing down the road. Thankfully, a red light makes Nash stop, and I pick up my head for the first time when we halt. Nash is looking straight ahead. His visor is down, so I can’t see his face.
My heart pounds. I didn’t realize traveling like this would be so exhilarating. I’ve always been a car girl for many reasons, but there’s something different about traveling on a motorcycle. I’ve ridden regular bicycles before, but it’s not quite the same. The closest I’ve come tothisis going down a steep hill on my bike, brakes totally off.
Then, the light changes, and we start zooming through the streets again. I put my head back against Nash’s back, a little calmer this time around. I’m excited to find out what our destination is.
I hadn’t even considered where he might be taking me. He has all the power right now and could bring me wherever he wants. The woods to ravish and then kill me, hiding my body so it’s never found again, for example. Or we could get so far outside of Fresno that it’s nearly impossible for me to get back.
Why have I trusted this perfect stranger so soon? What has he done to earn my confidence?
Fingers crossed this evening doesn’t end up totally tragic because I possibly made a major error in judgment.
I’m sure tonight will turn out perfectly fine.
Or possibly even better, if I’m lucky.
2
Nash
Iwonder if this is a good idea to be taking a random girl for a ride on my bike. Colt went off with her friend, and Nellie seemed a little uncomfortable hanging around the block party, so I started talking to her.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much from this party. Colt wanted to go, so basically, I just tagged along. At the very least I could find some floozy to make my night interesting.
I’d been idly looking at the women around, but no one caught my eye. Everyone seemed to have fake and bake tans, complete with blonde hair so dry that it looked frazzled and frizzy. It seemed that the night was going to be a bust.
But that’s when Nellie showed up. The second she was in my radius, I noticed her. She was dressed like a lot of the girls I usually find myself with, but something seemed different about her. It wasn’t too hard to see that this wasn’t a typical night for her.
And now, we’re zipping through the streets of Fresno. We’ve been riding for a short amount of time, and I haven’t decided on where I should take her. When we first got on this bike, I hadn’t thought about where we were going. Maybe we’d just cruise for a bit. But now, I’ve felt her plush little body close to me and a plan has entered my mind. The feel of those soft curves against my back has my tool hard and standing at attention already.
Plus, the path we’re already on is taking us towards my house, so that’s where we may as well go.
Looks like my nightisgoing to turn out well
I drive over to my place and shut off my bike. I push the kickstand down and get myself off the seat. Nellie seems to be having trouble getting herself off. It’s really amusing watching her struggle so much, and I don’t think she knows a damn thing about bikes. Shedidsay it was her first time ever getting on one.
I help her off, basically just lifting her body up off my motorcycle. Even with the small opening in the helmet, I can see she’s a little sheepish about me helping her out so much.
It’s cute.
I undo the snap on her helmet and pull it off her head.
