Falling Fast

“You should let me hold you,” he corrects, kissing the top of my head. So I do. I let him hold me for a long time before he uses his fingers on my chin to tip my head back toward him. “I’ll drive you home.”

“You need to work.”

“I can leave to drive you home,” he says, sounding agitated, and I look up at him, seeing that same aggravation in his eyes.

“I have my Jeep.”

“Your Jeep will be fine here for the night. I’ll drive you back here in the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he answers, running his fingers along my cheek. “Let me tell Dad that I’m leaving.”

“Sure.” I nod and he kisses me softly then lets me go to open the door.

Following him out into the bar, I watch him go to his dad and as he speaks, Kirk’s eyes find mine and his face softens. Clapping Colton on the shoulder, Kirk makes his way toward me then wraps his bulky arm around my shoulders.

“You gonna be okay, honey?” he asks, tipping his head down toward mine, and my chest gets warm. I’ve not only fallen for Colton, but also for his family.

“I’ll be okay,” I assure him, and I will be. Having Colton, his family, and Nat, I know I will always be okay.

“Do you want a drink?”

“I’ll wait until I’m home to have a glass of wine.”

I smile up at him and he smiles back then he kisses the side of my head before he lets me go, saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” I agree, taking Colton’s hand when he holds it out to me. Grabbing his jacket, he leads me out the back door of the bar then over to his bike. I totally forgot he rode his bike to work today.

“I—” I start to tell him that he should use my Jeep, but before I can do that, he puts his helmet on my head and snaps it in place. “You need a helmet,” I point out, and he goes over to the bike parked next to his and takes the helmet off the seat.

“I’ll borrow Dad’s,” he explains, putting on his dad’s helmet that’s the same black as his, and then he helps me into his leather jacket that smells like him. I watch him get on the bike then he holds out his hand to me.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I tell him, and he smiles.

“It’s easy, baby. Just toss your leg over then hang onto me.”

“I’m—” As I begin to tell him that I’m not sure about this, he doesn’t let me. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward him.

“Leg over,” he instructs, so I do. I toss my leg over the seat behind him then wrap my arms around his waist as tightly as I can. “Loosen up a little, Dimples. Promise you’re going to love this.”

“I don’t know about that,” I mumble, and he ignores me as he starts the engine, bringing the bike to life. Holding onto him, I squeak as he pulls off, but then feel my body relax as he drives us onto the road. Even with the cool night air whipping against my skin, I start to overheat. His body between my thighs and the bike vibrating under us, is like nothing I have ever felt before. Unfortunately, as quickly as the ride begins, he’s pulling up in front of the house and cutting the engine.

“What’d you think?” he asks, turning his head to look at me over his shoulder.

“I want to do it again,” I breathe, and he smirks, obviously reading the look in my eyes.

“Tomorrow. Then whenever you want after that.”

“Good,” I say quietly as I slide off the seat behind him. Helping me take off my helmet, he attaches it to the back of the seat then takes off his own. He gets off the bike so he can walk me to the door, with Loki following us.

“If you need me, call the bar,” he instructs once we’re at the door, and I nod then tip my head back to accept a kiss. Once he’s touched his mouth to mine, he pulls back and his eyes scan my face. “You gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Call me before you go to sleep.”

“I’ll call,” I promise, resting my hands to his chest when I see he’s torn about leaving me. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’m going to go through some more of Grandma’s stuff and work on the blankets for the girls, so I’ll be busy.”

“All right.” He presses his mouth to mine then his tongue to my bottom lip before he releases me and opens the door for me. Stepping inside, Loki follows me in then sits at my feet. “Lock up,” Colton demands, and I roll my eyes as I shut the door and lock it. Moving to the window in the living room, I watch him head down to his bike, put on his helmet, then back up, and take off.