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“Ooh, a bike?” Her voice is half-excited, half-apprehensive.
"Like what you see?" I grab the helmet from the rack and hold it out.
"Really?" She looks at me with doubt.
"Trust me?" I scan her features. "Do you, baby?"
"Of course, I do," she says without hesitation, and my heart grows so big, it feels like it’s taking over my body. She slides the helmet on.
I clip the buckle under her chin, making sure it fits snugly, before I don my own. I straddle the vehicle and kick-start it in one stroke.
She slides up the screen of her helmet, her eyes wide with surprise. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone start a bike this way."
"It’s vintage"—I point a finger at her—"and don’t say it’s like me."
She laughs. "It’s definitely more macho to use a kick start than a button start, I’ll admit."
"Hop on, baby, let’s go home."
When she mounts the bike, I coax her closer, until her crotch is pressed against my butt, and her knees hug the outside of my thighs. She locks her arms about my waist, and when her breasts push into my back, the tension in my body drains away. Having her with me makes everything about the world right. I throttle the bike forward, and she tightens her hold on me. As I weave through the traffic with the wind rushing by, she relaxes by degrees.
“Wow, this... is cozy,” she giggles. Her voice comes over the Bluetooth headsets fitted in the helmets. There’s a note of nervousness in her tone. Also, a thread of arousal which pleases me no end. I allow myself a small smile.
“Hold on baby, it’s about to get cozier.”
I rev my bike, and when the vehicle leaps forward, she squeaks and tightens her grip about my waist. “Lean into me, baby,” I urge her.
When I take the next turn, she follows my direction and allows her body to flow with the momentum. “Good girl.”
I sense her body shudder, then she pushes her breasts into my back and a groan rumbles up my throat.
With the wind blowing past, and her arms about me a sense of contentment descends. This is better than a dance, and almost as hot as making love. By the time I park in front of my townhouse, the crotch of my pants is tented. The fact that her fingers were less than inch from brushing my cock on the journey over, didn’t help matters. She slides off the bike and hands her helmet to me. I lock hers and mine back in the rack, then lock my fingers with hers. "I fucking love you."
She laughs. "We should go on a longer drive if that’s all it takes to get that admission from you unprompted."
I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck and pull her close. "I’ve never loved anyone as much as you; not even my own son. Does that make me a bad father?"
She cups my cheek and is about to reply, when I shake my head. "Don’t answer that. It took my realizing he's not mine to love him completely. Perhaps, it’s when we're about to lose the things we take for granted, we realize their value?"
"You’ll never lose me."
"I promise, I’ll be there for you. I will not make the mistakes I made the first time around. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to Felix. I’m going to make sure I’m a better father to our child. I’m going to spend every breath I have left worshipping you the way you deserve to be.”
"Oh, Quentin." She steps between my legs and kisses me deeply, and I let her. I let her tease my lips apart and thrust her tongue inside my mouth. I relish the way she digs her fingernails into my shoulders and how she presses her breasts into my chest as she melts into me completely.
When she pulls away to stare into my eyes, I slide a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you, Raven."
"I love you, Q."
EPILOGUE
A month later
Vivian
"How many people has Arthur invited to his 'Second Coming’?" My husband scowls at the cars parked down the driveway and overflowing onto the street outside.
The second coming is what this event has been labelled by the rest of the Davenports. Apparently, there’s a messaging group that Connor, the youngest Davenport, created, so they could talk about the purpose of this event. My husband was added, and he grudgingly accepted the invitation, though he rarely bothers to check it; shocker. The one time he did get on it in the past week is how he found out his nephews think Arthur’s going to make a big announcement today, which is why he’s invited not only the Davenports, but also close friends. The grapevine is abuzz with speculation that there might be a tabloid reporter in the mix, who’d be getting exclusive access to the event to report the big scoop.
