"I think your friends would miss you." I tried to keep from drooling while looking at his arms. The idea of having those arms on either side of my head again, his body writhing against mine...
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "I'll see plenty of them in a week. I only have right now with you."
My heart melted a little bit. But I knew he had been looking forward to this day for a long time. All three of them had. They had been planning it for weeks. While I loved the idea of getting to spend every second with him, I also didn't want him to flake out on his friends. They technically had dibs on him first.
"You couldn't stop talking about how excited you were about this last night," I reminded him gently. "How grateful you were that your old neighbor was letting you borrow the bikes. Besides, the guys are going to be here any minute, and you are going to look funny answering the door like that."
I nodded down to the tent growing in the sheets. He frowned slightly.
"That," he said, eyeing the upright bed covering, "is entirely your fault."
"Get up," I commanded, trying not to giggle.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, jumping out of bed. He didn't even bother to try and cover himself as he went around the room picking up his scattered clothing. I sat back and enjoyed the view. The man had an exquisite ass.
"You sure you want me to go?" he asked, pulling the shirt down over his head. "I know the guys would understand... Jim will still give them the bikes, even if I'm not there..."
"Go!" I told him with a laugh. "While you three are all off being macho, we girls have plans too."
A loud knock on the door to the condo announced the arrival of the other two men. I could hear Dean shouting, "Frontera!" at the front door. Tony grinned and hurried over to kiss me one last time. His lips pressed against mine for far too short a time, and he stole a quick kiss on the top of my nose.
"I'll see you this afternoon. Don't go kissing anybody else," he teased. I threw his pillow at him, which he easily dodged, darting out the door and down the stairs to meet his friends.
Chapter 5
June 7th, 1990
I wasn't paying attention to my book. I wasn't paying attention to the people walking down the beach or the kids building a sandcastle at the house next door. No, I was intently listening for the roar of a motorcycle coming up the driveway, because that would mean Tony was back.
Rachel turned over on her beach towel, letting the sun tan her back. She and Jenny looked perfectly at ease out on the beach. I sat on my towel, watching the waves and listening. I wondered if they were listening too.
I heard them. To me, they were like rumbling thunder in the distance. But it got louder, and my heart sped up as the sound of three motorcycle engines revved up to the house.
"They're here!" I practically shouted, throwing my book down on the sand and taking off for the driveway. The speed at which Jenny was on my heels told me she was listening for their arrival as well. Rachel was the last one to come up to the driveway.
Jenny ran out into the street and hopped onto the back of Matt's bike, wrapping her arms around his broad chest as he began to drive up and down on the street.
Tony and Dean were showing off for us. The two of them weaved back and forth in an intricate figure-eight that looked deadly. Dean motioned with his hand, and they switched from the death defying dance into a tight circle, chasing one another but never going anywhere. Their bikes were nearly parallel to the ground, spinning until I was dizzy.
Tony pulled out of the spin, revving his engine as he drove to where I stood. I had my hands on my face in complete amazement. Not only was the guy good-looking and fantastic in bed, but he could ride a bike like he was born on one.
"Wanna ride?" Tony asked, grinning at me. My face hurt I was smiling so hard. I nodded, and he pulled me onto the back of his bike. He revved the engine and took off his helmet, handing it back to me. I kissed his cheek and put it on. He revved the engine again, making me giggle and I held tight to his strong body.
Rachel seemed hesitant to get on the
bike with Dean, but she finally did. Together the three of us raced up and down the quiet street.
I loved how I felt so safe on the back of Tony's motorcycle. I was vibrating with the engine and holding onto Tony, pressing myself into him. It was almost as if the three of us—Tony, the bike, and I—were one. Tony and Matt pretended to rush one another, darting to their respective rights at the very last second. I could almost feel the breeze from Jenny's hair.
Tony turned and together, he and Matt revved their engines and rushed toward Dean. I knew Tony and Matt were going to let Dean slide through the space between them. It was such a rush. I laughed, throwing my head back in exhilaration.
"Let me off!" Rachel screamed, pounding her hand on Dean's back. He pulled quickly to the side of the road and she threw herself off the bike and into the grass. She fought off the helmet and looked like she was about to be sick. Dean hurried to her side with concern in his eyes. Matt and Tony stopped their daredevil antics and let their bikes idle in the street as we waited.
Rachel shook her head fervently at something Dean said, and he nodded, taking the helmet from her shaking hands. He said something, and she gave him a week smile as he put the helmet back on and got back on his bike. He rode over to where we waited.
"So, Rachel's not feeling up for riding," he said as if we hadn't been watching. "I'm going to put my bike in the garage. Will you make sure it gets back to Jim?"
"Of course," Tony promised. "You go make sure she's okay."