She laughed and it sounded like one of her embarrassed laughs. “I’m out in your shed.”
“Why?”
“Just come find me. I’ll tell you then.”
I hung up and headed out to the shed. I’d set it up years ago so I could restore bikes out there. It was also an area where the boys could come over and kick back. I had a couch and a television and bar set up, but I hadn’t used it much since leaving town. Carla had cleaned it up when she stayed with Dad and me during our recovery time.
I found her sitting on the couch with designs spread out in front of her on the coffee table. She looked up as I entered. “Hey.”
“Are you designing out here?” I couldn’t understand why she’d choose to work in my shed. Especially in the warm weather when we had air conditioning inside.
She stood and came to me. Tugging gently on my shirt, she said, “Being out here makes me feel close to you and I find that makes my designs flow better. I know it sounds strange bu—”
I cut her off by placing my fingers against her lips.
It didn’t sound strange.
I got it completely.
Because she did the same for me.
She centred me and gave me purpose in life again.
“I love that,” I admitted.
Her face lit up. “Oh, thank God. I thought it was kinda silly.”
“Babe, whatever you feel isn’t silly and you never need to make excuses or hide shit from me. I love you for all that you are.”
“Thank you,” she said.
The way she looked at me with vulnerability shining in her eyes caused a rush of desire straight to my dick. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.
“Havoc! What are you doing?” she squealed.
I stalked into the garage part of the shed. The area that housed the very first bike I’d ever ridden.
When I arrived at the bike, I placed her on the ground. Cupping the back of her neck, I kissed her while my other hand moved to the hem of her short skirt. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for, and my dick grew harder as I slid my fingers through her wetness.
Her body arched into me and she moaned as I fucked her with my fingers. Dragging her mouth from mine, she said, “Fuck, you should come home in this mood ever day.”
I let her neck go and, using both hands, ripped her panties off. At her wild-eyed expression, I growled, “You wanted me to fuck you on my bike so that’s what you’re gonna get.”
The wild-eyed expression she held changed to one of excitement. “It’s about time, romeo,” she said as her hands moved to the bottom of her top. In one quick movement, she had it and her bra off. I yanked her skirt down and stilled for a moment so I could take in her beauty.
“Fuck,” I said, reaching for my belt while my gaze roamed her body.
My movements slowed and she smacked my hands away from my belt so she could take over. I’d never grow tired of her impatience for my dick.
When we finally stood in front of each other naked, she moved close and threaded her fingers through my hair. With her gaze firmly on mine, she asked, “Why now? Like, you seemed to have avoided this for so long… What changed your mind?”
I traced her
lips.
God how I loved those lips.
They were capable of giving me so much.