Page 46 of The Bones We Break
“You look so beautiful.” He says as he brushes my hair behind my ear, the leather of his gloves is cool against my flushed face.
“Thank you. I wanted to ask you something?”
“Ask away, pretty girl.” I chew on my lip for a moment, my nerves almost getting the better of me.
“Will you take me for a ride again? I’m going a bit stir crazy in there.” I laugh nervously, not wanting to upset him either about leaving me in the house.
“I’m sorry for leaving you in there, mama, you know I only want to keep you safe but you deserve to be outside so yeah, let’s go.”
I place my hand with ease on his chest, his steady heartbeat pounding underneath my palm. “I know you do, and I appreciate that. I’ll take Lyla inside then we can go?” I say whilst already making my way back towards the house where Lyla is now lying down on the warm wood of the porch. I entice her inside with a couple of treats and leave the kitchen radio on for her before locking the door behind me, then make the short walk back over to Dean who’s still seated on the bike, his helmet resting on the tank. I hand his keys over to him and he slips them into one of the pockets on his cargo pants before sliding the helmet over my head, his gloved fingers grazing over my neck as he clasps the buckle together.
“Ready mama?”
This time I don’t give him an answer that I’m unsure of. I simply place my hand onto his broad shoulder and swing my leg over the bike, taking a seat on the warm leather. “I’m ready.” Isay through the helmet and the engine roars the life between my legs. I don’t wait for Dean to grab my hands, instead I slide them around his middle on my own, his stomach is firm underneath my touch, the inside of my thighs rubbing against the rough material of his pants that hug his waist. The excitement I felt from the last time I was sitting on the back of his bike buzzes through my bloodstream and I squeeze him tightly in my arms. He drops a hand from one of the handlebars and runs it up the outside of my thigh, starting from knee to the raw hem of my chopped shorts, the tips of his gloves disappear for a moment under the fabric before he draws his hand away, placing it back onto the handlebar, and I suck in a sharp breath from the teasing touch.
Dean slowly begins to turn the bike around to face towards the driveway before picking up speed, and I let him guide us out of the thick woods, not really caring where we end up. As long as it’s with him.
How soon is too soon to fall in love with someone? Because I know deep in my gut that that’s how I feel about this woman on the back of my bike in her cut off jeans, sleeveless ACDC t-shirt with the wind whipping through her midnight hair. My heart beats out of my chest every time I think about her, my entire nervous system comes alive the moment my eyes find hers and fuck, I miss her. I miss her so much when I’m at work and I itch to come home to her. To find her in the garden with Lyla or lounging on the couch watching her favourite true crime channels. Every little thing she does is burnt into my brain.
Gently, I place my hand back onto her thigh as I weave us throughout the quiet streets of Rockford until we come to empty country lanes. Dense green trees line the outsides of the smooth tarmac, the sky awash with pinks, oranges and yellows. Ana’s grip is constant as she keeps her arms locked around my middle. I drop my hand from her leg and grip both handlebars to pick up speed, the bike eating up the yellow lines on the road. We both lean into the corners of the bendy road until we come to a clearing with an incredible view of the mountains, the peaks just grazing the tops of the clouds. The magnificent trees sway and bend in the gentle breeze.
Pressing my fingers to the brake, I bring the bike to a slow stop on the dusty gravel and cut the engine. Ana’s arm slips free from my waist as she unfastens the helmet and hands it to me over my shoulder for me to hang on the handlebar. Scouring the open space, noting there isn’t a comfortable space for her to sit, I refuse to let her sit on the hard rocks, so I cup my hand behind the inside of her knee and swing her around so her front is now facing me. She lets out a high pitched squeal at the motion and I can’t help the deep laugh that leaves my throat.
“What are you doing!” She shouts out in between laughs. “Giving you a more comfortable seat. I won’t have you sitting on the hard floor.” I shuffle back an inch to give her more room, both my hands resting on her open thighs, her toned legs sitting on top of mine.
“Ever the gentleman aren’t you?” She teases. Her slender hands rest on the top of my gloves. “Only with you.” I say whilst tracing small circles on her skin with my thumb. Pink blooms across her chest and neck until it lands on her round cheeks. I love the way she reacts to me and my words. Ana’s midnight hair whirls around in the breeze and I have the sudden urge to rip my gloves off and dig my fingers into the strands, to feel the softness against my rough skin.
Ana’s crystal eyes bounce around the landscape. “This place is breathtaking. How did you find it?” She asks, her tone full of curiosity.
“After I left my old job and moved here I stumbled across it by accident on a drive with Lyla. It soon became a place where I could just sit and think, you know?” I continue the circular movements on her thighs as she nods, her ocean eyes clashing with mine.
“I get that. Recently I’ve been wanting a place like that, whereI can just sit with my thoughts. I always wanted a home library when I was younger. I never got it obviously, but I used to own a lot of books, they were all priceless to me.” I hang on every word she says, a sadness slashing across her face. I don’t want to push her but I want to know more so I decide to ask. Because if I don’t ask, I don’t get. “What do you mean by used to?” She swallows hard, and her eyes drift off somewhere as she slips back into a painful memory.
“There was one time at my old house where I was woken up by the smell of smoke. I instantly panicked thinking the house was on fire or Ricky was in an accident.” I grit my teeth at his name and flick my eyes towards the ring she still hasn’t taken off as Ana continues. “I scoured the house looking for the source of the smoke until I found our garage door open, the boxes of books I’d packed with me to move were scattered all over the floor, empty. I decided to go into the garden to see if Ricky was out there and..” Her words trail off, the clearly painful memory causing her to pause.
“It’s okay mama, take your time.” I say in a comforting tone. Tears well in her eyes but she swiftly wipes them away. “I found Ricky burning all of my books. I’d spent years with my shitty wage from the law firm I used to work at to buy them. Sometimes paying crazy prices for special editions. It probably sounds stupid because they’re just books but-”
“No. It’s not stupid.” I say, anger spiking in my voice, cutting her off. “It’s not stupid because they meant something to you, clearly they still mean something to you and that will never be stupid. Not to me anyway.” An idea fires through my mind and I shelve it for a later date, and slip the leather gloves from my hands and stash them into the inside of the helmet before placing them back on Ana’s thighs, her smooth skin is warm under my touch.
“Yeah. I’m obviously sad over them but I never would have been able to bring them with me when I ran. It’s bittersweet really.” Her fingers lace through mine as she lies back on the petrol tank, her black hair splaying around her like a dark halo. The hem of her shirt lifts slightly, the skin of her stomach peaking through.Fuck me. The sight of her splayed out on my bike has me grinding my back teeth to stop a groan from slipping through. Ana’s grip tightens around my fingers as she begins to guide my hands further up her creamy thighs.
“Baby.” I breathe out. She dips her chin to look at me, heat and lust burn in her baby blues. “I.. I want you to touch me, Dean, please.” The words get lost in my throat at her request. She wants this, here with me. My hesitation has her letting go of my hands.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. You don’t want me like that and I’m stupid for thinking otherwise. I shouldn’t have said what I said.” She blurts out in a panic and begins to slide off the bike, but I swiftly grip her hips in my hands to stop her and pull her further down the seat, her jean clad pussy practically resting on my hard cock. I push my crotch into her heated centre, a gasp slipping free from her parted lips and I pull her up so she’s straddling my thighs. She tips her head down to look at me, a whole bag of emotions swimming across her face.
“Does this prove how much I want you?” I pull her further down onto my straining cock and she whimpers, the sound firing through my bloodstream. “I’m so fucking hard for you, pretty girl. I’m so desperate to sink my cock inside your tight pussy but I don’t wanna push you, baby. Don’t ever think that I don’t want you when all I do is think about you, yearn for you.” Ana pulls her plump lip in between her pearly teeth and I’m fucking gagging to taste her. To consume her. To fucking love her with everything I have. She releases the abused lip andbrings her hands to my shoulders, gripping the fabric tightly, and I tip my head further back as she leans over me, her nose running up against mine.
“I want you too, Dean. I want you to replace the hurt that covers my skin, the ache I feel in my chest everytime I think about my past. I want your touch to be the one that brings me pleasure and pain.” She whispers against my skin and I fucking groan as her fingers lace through my hair, tugging slightly at the roots. My hands dig into the plump skin of her hips, replacing her fucking husbands evil marks. My lips barely graze over hers.
“Then let me have you. Let me touch you.Please.” My voice barely murmurs against her skin. Ana brings her beautiful face directly in front of mine, our eyes clashing together.
“Yes.” She lets out in a heavy breath and I’m on her before the end of the word even leaves her mouth. My lips crash against hers and my world implodes, the delicious sweet taste of her bursts on my lips. I’m starving for her. Our movements are frantic as I push my tongue between her lips, granting me access and moans into my mouth, her grip on my hair tightening with every grind of her hips across my pants. I reluctantly break the kiss and place my hand flat on her chest, right between her perky tits and push her backwards so that she’s lying on the tank. Her chest heaves as I run both of my hands up the inside of her thighs, my fingers getting lost under the frayed material of her shorts, the tips of my fingers grazing against her bare pussy and she jumps at the contact.
“You’re a fucking tease baby. Riding all this way with no underwear on.”
“What did you expect when I have no underwear at home?” Her sharp brow cocks, sarcasm lacing through her voice. “How about we keep it that way because once I touch you, there’s nogoing back from this. You’remine.” Lust and something else that I can’t quite pinpoint fires through her eyes. “Give me a safeword mama.”
“Huh? A what?” She questions, confusion covering her face.
