Page 26 of Beautiful Envy

“Yes. I’m not going to buy you a bike, but I’ll teach you.”

“Teach… me?” I asked, a smile spreading across my face.

“Yeah. You have to learn the right way. How to be safe. A bike isn’t something to get on a whim. After I’m satisfied you know how to handle yourself, then and only then will I think about taking you to look at one. Understand?”

Bubba looked so serious it was hard not to smile. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“But what if it’s hard?” I asked coyly, twirling the hair around my finger. My smile wanted to break free, so I bit my lip to contain it.

“That’s why I’m teaching you,” he said, his voice deeper.

He went through the basic steps on which handle was the accelerator and which was the brake. I climbed on and put the helmet on, going through the same routine with my dress. I heard him cuss as it hiked up my legs, but it was better than it flying everywhere.

“On second thought, I changed my mind. This is a horrible idea,” he started. I ignored him, kicking the kickstand and turning the keys. He went to reach for me, but I just smiled, waved, and took off.

I heard him shouting about two hands, but I sped up, the feel of the bike already making me feel whole again. The smooth leather against my legs, the heat of the exhaust, and the vibration were nearly enough to make me orgasm on the spot.

I did a few laps around the parking lot, watching Waylon as he shook his head, a smile growing with each pass. When I had enough of punishing him, I pulled up and stopped, pulling the helmet off and shaking out my hair.

“Motorcycle princess, remember?” I teased.

Something akin to heat flashed in his eyes before it vanished. One corner of his mouth tilted up as he looked at me. He shook his head, sighing.

“Did I pass, Waylon?” I taunted. He chuckled, his whole chest moving with the action.

“I guess I deserved that. Am I forgiven?”

“Yep. Though, I’m holding you to take me to get one. Slade said he’d sell my car and I want to use that for a bike. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real piece of machinery between my legs.” I winked, and I would’ve sworn I saw his cheeks heat. I stared, waiting for him to say something.

“Can I have my bike back now?” he asked, ignoring my comment.

“I dunno. She rides pretty smoothly. I might need another lap.”

“Fine, I promise to take you on the weekend. We can get something cheap, and the guys can help fix it up if you want.”

“Yes!” I cheered, fist-pumping the air. I tossed the key back, sliding to the back. “Let’s go, Big Guy.”

He rolled his eyes but hiked his leg over the seat, situating himself. Putting on my helmet, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling him suck in a breath again.

I smiled to myself, knowing I was getting to him. I conveniently ignored the part of me that enjoyed it for more than entertainment.

He took off, taking the curves a little more dangerously this time, leaning into them more than he had on the way here. I cheered and hollered after each one, feeling him chuckle at my enthusiasm.

When we returned, the other two bikes and trucks were parked at the house. As odd as it was to miss the other guys, I had. I jumped off the bike, tossing the helmet to Bubba as I undid my dress and ran inside.

Brooks and Grayson were in the kitchen, gathered around the stove. At my entrance, they looked up, and I grinned wide, doing a little jig as I neared.

“I took Bubba’s bike out, and now we’re going to look at some this weekend. You guys get to help!” I shouted, spinning and twirling. I was so hyped up from my ride, I probably wasn’t making sense.

“What now?” Brooks asked, returning my smile.

Grayson took my hands and spun me into a twirl before bringing me back to dip. I laughed, the sound flowing freely as we continued to dance around the kitchen.

“You’re good at that,” I said once he stopped. My chest rose with each breath I took, my face hurting from all the smiling.

“So are you.” His eyes roamed over my face, his lips curving up as he looked at me. It felt like he was seeing me for something more this time. He winked, letting me go as Bubba stomped into the kitchen.

He narrowed his eyes at Brooks, pointing a finger.

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