Drake’s scuffed boots appeared in her vision. When his hand touched her back, she couldn’t help but close her eyes at the contact.
“You don’t have to be afraid, baby. I’ve not raised my hand to a woman, and I don’t intend to start now.” He ran his hand up and down her back, and she took deep breaths.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine, but now I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen.”
Grace mumbled in agreement.
“You had a bad experience with one guy, okay? He was a total ass, and the first time for a woman is always uncomfortable, but it can turn into one of the most amazing experiences of your life with the right guy.”
Grace laughed, finally easing up. She pushed some of her brown hair off her face, and stared at him. “The right guy? There’s no such thing.”
Drake shrugged. “Give it time.”
“Have you made a woman orgasm?” she asked, and her cheeks heated. “Crap, don’t answer that.”
He stepped close, and she became aware that not only was she a woman, but he was a man. A large ma
n, a biker, with thick, muscular arms that she had been touching less than thirty minutes ago. “I’ve had a woman screaming, and begging me to pound her pussy, Grace. Give it time, and give yourself a chance to explore and experiment.”
In that moment she wondered what it would be like to have sex with Drake. You called him old.
“I don’t think you’re old.”
“And I don’t think you’re a baby either.”
They stared at each other for several seconds, and Grace didn’t know if it was her, or if Drake was waiting for something to happen.
He leaned in close, and Grace didn’t know what she was going to do. A car passed, honking its horn, and the moment was gone, completely gone.
Grace tensed up, stepping back a little. Shoving her hand between them, she took a deep breath. “Friends?”
Drake looked at her hand, and then at her. “Is that what you want?”
“I think it would be for the best, don’t you?” Grace licked her lips. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to kiss him. He was a handsome man.
He took her hand. “Friends it is.” Drake squeezed her hand. “Let’s get to the fair.” He opened the car door for her, and she climbed back inside, feeling stupid for even leaving the damn car in the first place.
Strapping herself in, she waited for him to start the car up once again, and they were on the road.
“I think you should.”
“What?” she asked.
“Experiment. Maybe get a vibrator to explore—”
“Enough, Drake. We’re friends, and friends don’t talk about vibrators with each other.” She shook her head laughing. This she could handle. Most of her life she had always been friends with guys.
Drake was firmly in the friends pile.
Chapter Four
The high school was swarming by the time they got there. Drake parked the car to find Teri already waiting. When he saw her smile, he shook his head, and Teri’s face lost its humor. Was she trying to set them up? He didn’t know.
“Showtime,” he said.
Grace grabbed a pot that she could carry.