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The feel of a palm smacks my ass, rendering a soft pained moan out of me.
“Wake up, babe.” Harvey kisses my ass cheek.
“...tired... ” I mumble into the soft pillowcase. I’m naked, save for my underwear, and from what I can remember, Harvey hasn’t left my breasts alone all night.
I stretch and turn to face him, admiring his beautiful smile.
Once we both graduated from college last month, we moved in together for our one-year anniversary. Our apartment is close enough to Gia and James’s family-oriented neighborhood.
“What?”
“Get ready. It’s beautiful out. We’re going for a ride. Hurry.” He throws himself on the bed and then hugs me from behind. “Or I’ll eat your tits out.”
Shortly after, I’m dressed in spandex and a crop top, with my two-piece black leather motorcycle suit. I put on my riding boots, shaking my head as Harvey puts on a stupid vest to ride.
Jeans and a tee. That’s what he wears—that’s what protects him.
I always tell him to gear up, but he refuses to listen because a full leather suit doesn’t go with his type of bike. The thought is ridiculous—it’s borderline dangerous. I love playing with fire myself, but knowing I want to survive said experience keeps me a tad more cautious than Harv.
It’s the perfect July weather to ride in the middle of nowhere—we love trying out new roads. There’s no such thing as getting lost on a bike.
All there is to it is the beaming sun, the brisk wind.
It’s the very definition of freedom and high.
When we take a break, we end up on a picnic table near the entrance of a forest trail. I’m unzipping every zipper I can find on my calves, my forearms, and the one at the front of my suit.
“I’m boiling; it’s so hot,” I tell him as I unzip the bottom of the suit and pull it down right under my ass covered by spandex shorts.
He smirks. “You’re hot.” Him and his stupid vest. He’s not sweating at all, damn him.
I sit at the top of the picnic table, and he brings his body to tower over me, his fingers touching the hem of my crop top.
“Do you remember when I told you I’d marry you if you rode too?”
I nod. I know I want to get married someday, and I can see myself spending the rest of my life with Harvey. I just don’t need to rush. At almost twenty-two, I figure I have years ahead of me before I make that decision.
“One day I’ll marry you, Gemma.”
I smile. “I know.”
His chuckle vibrates against my neck as he sits down next to me and plants a kiss on my collarbone. “You know?” He asks with a curious edge.
“Yeah...” I look ahead then back at the blue-eyed boy next to me. “We’re good together, Harv. I love spending time with you. And one day. .. I’ll marry you.”
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
“I’ll do right by you, Gem. I’ll always do right by you.” He strokes his thumb on my cheek, and I don’t know why but his words spark a touch of emotion deep in my throat.
I’m a goner as soon as he cups my face and I feel the tingling sensation of his lips against mine. There’s nothing quick or rapid or impatient about his kiss today. No, today he takes his time and lingers and eats me up real slow.
Our foreheads are touching when we break the kiss.
The next thing I know, his boots hit the ground and he’s standing in front of me, pulling my ass to the edge of the picnic table.
“Look around,” he tells me. I do as he says, my body heating up when he pulls my bottom lip with his thumb.
“What?”
