Page 15 of Skid
Chapter 7
Skid
Ifollowed Grace homeand parked my motorcycle at the rear of her car as she turned off the ignition, casting the yard into a peaceful quiet. She exited the car and smiled as she walked up to my bike. I could see she was unsure, and I didn’t make a move to get off the bike. I expected nothing from her and didn’t want her to feel like I was pushing for anything.
“Thanks for letting me crash your day today,” I spoke softly, and she took one step closer to me.
The floodlights turn off, and the mostly full moon illuminated the yard, giving the area an almost ethereal glow. Grace bit her plump lip and replied.
“I’m glad you joined us. It was a nice day.”
“And there was pie.” I smiled, wiggling my eyebrows.
She chuckled and asked, “What’s your favorite? I’ll make one for you.”
“Can you make a Kentucky Derby Pie?”
“I’m sure I can. Why don’t you stop by tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll have it ready.”
She twisted her foot in the dirt and glanced down before bringing her blue eyes to mine. Her mouth opened, then closed before she exhaled and gently shook her head.
Slowly, I reached out and brought my hand to her cheek, brushing my thumb across her soft skin before I asked, “What’s on your mind, Grace?”
“Would you . . . I mean . . . I want . . .”
“What do you need, Grace. Tell me,” I urged, and she leaned into my touch before she spoke.
“Would . . . would it be okay if I kissed you?” Her words were filled with vulnerability, and I slowly stood from my bike and swung my leg over the side.
Sitting back down on the seat sideways, I placed my legs in front of the pipes so she wouldn’t hurt herself and leaned over, bringing my face closer to hers. The light from the moon filtered across her face, and I watched as she closed her eyes, just before my lips pressed against hers. I purposely kept the kiss soft, allowing her to push it further.
Electricity jumped across our connection as she stepped against my legs and slid her hands up my arms, resting them on my shoulders. When I felt her lick tentatively against my closed lips, I opened and felt the first brushes of her tongue against mine, causing my cock to lurch in my pants. Willing him to behave, I followed her lead and lost myself in her lips.
She moaned and her hands moved to the back of my neck as I brought my hands to her hips. I needed to slow this down for both our sakes, so I tapered off the kiss, gently pecking her across her lips until she opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“That was . . .” she whispered, bringing one hand to her swollen lips and gazing deeply into my eyes.
Pecking her softly, I whispered against her lips, “That was fucking perfect.” I should temper my words, but she needed to know there was a rough man inside the softer version of myself she was getting to know. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Grace.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she returned, and I smirked at her.
“Let me walk you to the door,” I knew if I touched her for much longer, I wasn’t going to be satisfied with a kiss on the lips.
She linked her hand with mine, and the floodlights turned on as our movements brought us closer to her house. Unlocking the door, she turned to me and seemed reluctant. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before stepping off the porch.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I promised and walked back to my bike. Speaking over my shoulder, I said, “Sweet dreams.”
“Good night.” I heard her say and waited until I heard the locks engage before cranking my loud bike and grudgingly leaving.
As soon as I pulled into the yard of my trailer down the road, I ran inside and turned on my laptop, impatiently waiting for the secure feed to connect. Pacing the old, well-maintained trailer, I listened for the ping to alert me I was secure before pulling up the feed to the cameras I had in and around Grace’s house.
She was sitting at the counter in her kitchen with a huge smile on her face and a laptop open in front of her. Making a list on a notepad, she closed the computer and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Even after the amazing day I had with her, I wasn’t going to invade her bedroom, so I focused the camera on the paper she left behind, trying to read it.
When I saw what she wrote, I smiled to myself. It was the ingredients for the pie I requested, and my name with a heart around it. It might not be a declaration of love, but it was progress on winning my woman over.
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