Asher
I look at Ivy as I walk toward my motorcycle. At first, I think she will protest when I offer her a helmet. But to my surprise, she slips the helmet on and slides into the seat behind me. Her arms wrap around my waist tightly, and her legs settle on the footrests.
Glancing back, I start the engine and call out, “Hold on,”
The ride to Priest’s garage is tense and arousing. Having her wrapped around me reminds me of how responsive she was when I tasted the sweet juncture between her legs.
It’s becoming more difficult to not tell her the truth about my engagement. Especially when she disdainfully brings it up. I reconciled my decision by knowing that it would be worse if she knew. The last thing I want is to get her hopes up and fail. I also don’t trust how my uncle would react if
