Page 19 of Make You Love Me

Huh? That’s weird.

“Yeah, he’s been really kind. I’m having a good time hanging out with him,” I respond hesitantly.

“Oh, that’s excellent. I'm glad to see you're making new friends in the area,” she says with a smile on her face.

What the hell is going on? This behavior is so unlike her. She hasn’t mentioned Jonathan once since Greyson and I started talking. I'm not sure if she’s figured out we’re over yet, but I'm not offering that information either.

“Uh, yeah… Sure is nice to have someone to spend time with.” I make a dig at her, referring to the fact she’s never around. Not that I would spend my spare time with her, but making some sort of effort would be nice. I am her only granddaughter.

“That’s great dear, have fun.” She pats my shoulder and continues strolling into the house, completely ignoring my sarcasm.

Moments later, I hear the rumble of Greyson’s motorcycle making its way up the driveway. I smile inwardly. This is the first time he’s taken me on his bike. He’s made references to it, but I haven’t seen it yet.

When he pulls up in front of me, it takes me a moment before I can pick my jaw up off the ground. He is sex on wheels on this thing. My god. His large frame straddling the bike does crazy things to my insides. His devilish smirk coupled by his freshly trimmed beard doesn’t help the state of my panties, either.Yep I'm touching his peen asap.

“Get on Stacks, we’re going for a ride,” he says while reaching for a spare helmet.

I hold up the bags, silently asking where I should put my stuff. Realizing he’ll probably need to help me, he swings his leg over the bike to dismount, placing the helmet on the handlebars.

Damn, he is beautiful.

His tight black t-shirt hugs his massive biceps, bringing attention to the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. Greyson’s wearing a pair of distressed jeans that fit his muscular frame perfectly. You can tell these jeans are naturally distressed and not store-bought by the indent of his wallet and the natural wear pants get from hard work. Knowing this only makes him that much hotter in my eyes. The fact that he’s not afraid to work with his hands and get dirty, unlike most of the guys I'm used to.

I finish checking him out as he approaches me. His blue eyes lock onto mine, and I swear I think I sway just a tad as I mentally swoon. Still unable to form logical sentences, I hold out the two bags for him to stow away. He chuckles at what has to be a shocked look on my face. My cheeks are probably red as hell too. Taking the bags, he places a kiss on my cheek and walks away with a sexy swagger to his step.

I shake my head to try and break the spell this guy has on me. By the time I come to, he’s already back on the bike with my helmet in his hand. He’s wearing that cocky-ass smirk I’m growing to adore.

Placing the helmet on my head, I ask, “So, where are we going?”

“Oh, you’ll see. But first we’re going for a ride. I need to feel your gorgeous body behind mine, straddling my hips.”

My cheeks instantly flush.

“Uhm…” I look at him hesitantly. “I’ve never ridden before. Do I need to do anything in particular?”

“Nope, just hop on, hold on to me, and follow my body’s lead. Don’t worry about the rest,” he says with a sinister smile.

I can't help but think he’s insinuating more than just riding on the back of his bike. For the first time, I'm not afraid of what he’s suggesting. After my pep talk with Ashley, I’m actually excited to see where this adventure takes us.

We drive around aimlessly for at least an hour all along the coast. It’s breathtakingly beautiful to see the shore like this. Fresh air blowing in my face, the roaring strength of the bike between my thighs, and my arms securely holding onto his sides. He definitely did this on purpose, knowing what a turn on it would be.

Pulling off at a small overlook, he parks the bike. He skillfully gets offthen helps me do the same.

“Come on, I want to show you something,” he says in his bossy tone.

I'm trying to steady my shaky legs. I certainly wasn’t prepared for the weird feeling I’d have in them after our ride.

Reaching for my hand and lacing our fingers together, he chuckles. “The feeling will subside shortly. Don’t worry, we can take it slow.”

I let out a deep sigh.Does he know every word from him sounds like a hot af invitation to jump his bones?

“Okay, lead the way handsome.” I wink at him.

He leads me down a trail through the cliffs. The surrounding woods are serene and there are patches of beautiful wildflowers.

“How have I never seen any of this before is beyond me,” I say out loud, not necessarily to him.

“Lottie, you’ve been hiding in that castle of yours for too long.” He chuckles at the face I make in immediate response to his words.

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