Page 5 of Dear Bad Boy Next Door
“What, right now?”
“Are you doing something that can’t wait?” She opens her mouth to say something, but I hold up a hand to stop her. "Doesn't matter, you wanted some uninhibited freedom in your life, and I'm here to give it to you."
I start to back up a few steps towards the stairs. I pull my phone out of my pocket and type out a quick message to my buddy. He does all of my ink. I tell him that I'm coming in with a friend, and I need him to squeeze us in.
He’s one of the best artists in the city and is in high demand for his talents. He responds right back.
TREVOR: I can’t today. My schedule is pretty full up.
ME: Come on.
TREVOR: Nope.
ME: Do I need to remind you who introduced you to your fiancée?
TREVOR: You don’t need to remind me, because you say it every time you ask me for a favor.
ME: Then you should have known it was going to happen.
TREVOR: Fine. I can give you one hour.
ME: Thanks, buddy!
I look up and see her watching me. “Are you coming? I just got you an appointment.”
She disappears inside her door for a moment and then quickly emerges with her jacket and a small purse that she’s wearing across her body. We head down the steps, a note of excitement in the air between us.
We step outside. My motorcycle is parked right out front, but she’s still got her keys in her hand from when she locked up. I’m not sure if she’s ready for a ride on my bike just yet. I like that I already feel like there are more adventures between us to come.
“Do you want to drive?” I ask.
She’s staring at my bike with a look of determination.
“No, I want to take your bike.”
“You sure?”
She rolls her eyes. "We don't have time to argue, and it's right here."
"Okay." I nod and grab the helmet, and hand it to her. She opens her mouth to argue with me, but I jump in before she can say anything. “This isn’t up for debate.”
She makes a face that I think is meant to look menacing but instead looks adorable on her, and she doesn’t fight me. I get on and then help her get on too. She’s careful not to sit against me, so I reach back and hook my hands behind her knees and yank her forward. She makes a little gasping sound that makes my dick twitch. I can’t keep my mind from imagining her making that sound with her legs wrapped around me in another way.
I try to clear my mind, needing some of the blood that just left my brain to return.
“Hang on,” I tell her.
She leans against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I kick the bike to life, and we are off.
4
LUCY
I wasn’t ready for the hum of the engine between my legs and being pressed up against Beck, but I didn’t hate the experience. If anything, I think it kept my mind from the fact that I was riding on the back of a motorcycle. On a few of the turns, I could hear Beck grunt from my grip tightening around him. He’d run his hand over mine gently, and I knew to loosen my grip.
When we get to the shop, my legs are a bit shaky when I get off. Beck wraps one arm around my waist to steady me and the other to take the helmet.
“What’d you think?”
