Page 41 of Bound by Family
Once we get in the car, I turn toward her. “Look, everything is new. It may not go anywhere, and you know how my brothers and father are. I just want to keep it to myself until I figure out if it’s something or nothing.”
Her eyes narrow as if she’s delving into the recesses of my brain and picking it apart. We’ve been friends for too long; she’ll get it. If not right now, she will in a couple of days.
“Please just let it go.”
Surprisingly, she drops it, but out of the corner of my eye, I see her festering and planning. Damn.
* * *
I can’t believeI’m doing this again. After the pain from last time, it still doesn’t stop me from driving the hour or so to meet Cooper the next Saturday in Cottondale.
I stop at the restaurant and see him sitting on his bike, waiting for me. His nice ass is resting on the seat while his legs are extended out, crossed at the ankles. Damn, he’s hot. He’s wearing those mirrored shades that look so gorgeous on him, like they were made specifically for him. His jeans fit him perfectly, along with his T-shirt and leather. His long hair glistens in the slight breeze. He is a concoction that dampens panties around the world.
And he’s here for me.
I stop the car, turn off the engine, and before my hand touches the door handle, he’s there to do it for me. I rise out of the car, feeling his body heat from a few feet away, craving that close connection.
Talking on the phone, learning about each other in a way that’s so new to me, having him this close is overwhelming as so many emotions filter through my body. Each one of those—the fear, the lust, the attraction—leads me to the conclusion that I want to see more of Cooper.
Wishing upon a star has never been my thing, but I may have to give it a shot.
“Hi.” Why is it that I feel stupid with that one little word? If something cooler would come to mind, that would be great.
He says nothing, just wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush to his body. Then his lips attack mine, and I’m lost. Lost in him. Lost in the moment. Just lost. Everything in my brain stops, and my only focus is the man in front of me.
This goes on for long moments, and I suck each one like a starving woman. When Cooper pulls away on a chuckle, I catch myself leaning into him, trying to follow his lips. How embarrassing, but I don’t care.
He reaches over and grabs a helmet. “Put this on.”
“You know that Florida doesn’t have a law on helmets,” I tell him.
He quirks his brow. “And you know this how?”
“Just the guys around here don’t wear one often.”
“In Georgia, it’s law. You on my bike is law. Precious cargo,” he says with that sexy smile while my heart warms.
I put it on without any retorts. After all, I’mprecious cargo.
It’s not my first time on a bike, but it will be my first time on a bike with a hot guy that I’m not related to.
He moves to straddle the steel machine. “Get on.”
I swing my leg over, thankful I have my chucks on and not flip flops. Cooper pulls my arms around him, and I hold on tight as he takes off like a shot. Having him so close to my body and the rumble of the bike wakes my girly bits up from a way too long nap.
I want to ask him how he can ride again already after he rode such a long time here, but I can’t because of the wind in our faces. Instead, I hang on tight and enjoy the ride, letting the cool breeze wash away everything but him and me.
Riding with a man is so much different than with my father or brothers. With Cooper, it’s an erotic feeling. The way the bike glides and turns, our bodies following. The way the curve of his back fits perfectly against my front, pressing into my breasts. Everything is so much better being on the back of his bike.
Riding with Sinisters, I always craved to belong. Riding with Coop, I just do. There’s no trying involved.
Cooper pulls back into the restaurant we originally came to and comes to a stop. While I loved being on his bike, it’s been a while and my legs feel a little jellied when I get off. He reaches out and steadies me, though, and once I have my shit together, he lets go, but laces his fingers with mine.
“Let me feed you.”
I can think of a lot of things I want to eat right now, but food isn’t one of them. Everything I want revolves around this man in front of me as he leads me into the very brightly lit place. Windows line the walls and florescent lights glare everywhere. This place is definitely not as cozy as the place before, but it is what it is. All I care about is spending time with Cooper.
Cooper finds us a spot in the back, sitting with his back to the wall. He does the exact same thing my father and brothers do. I’ve been told they have to have eyes on the room at all times.
