Avery Razorback MC Book 4

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AVERY'S POV:

I woke up early, almost 6 am. I did my gym routine. Working up a nice sweat. I was in the shower when I heard my phone ding, and I was out and looking at it with one eye closed so the soap wouldn't leak into it. Gemma's name had popped up, I had taken her number from the files the night after I took her home the first time.

We were set for our plans, she said she was just getting home from taking her sister to the school, and I walked back under the spray and tried not to kick my heels together. I felt ridiculous, but when I really thought about it, I didn't care that much. 

I got done in the shower, making sure to dry off completely, putting on cologne and deodorant and then a fresh black shirt, and dark jeans. I walked with to my mustang and clicked my keys. I slipped in, pulling out of the little garage. Since I didn't have to buy a house when I got discharged, I decided to put all my savings into a 2018 Mustang. It was black, sleek, and kind of what I always wanted. Or rather, a newer version of the 1967 that I wish I could have.

I put in her address, getting the little map up on the dash. I followed the 'fastest' route and got there just in time to see her pulling her trashcans in. I got out and she turned to me quickly and looked at the car, not smiling like it was good, but a frown like she didn't expect it.

"Good morning." I walked up, took her big recycling bin into the little yard she had and set it like she had the others.

"You said that you had a small car." She said and she looked at it. "Or old, or something. I was sure that it was going to be like a bucket." She told me and I just looked back at the car.

"It's a couple years old. I got it when I was discharged. My sister was moving in with her man, her house was up for grabs, and she kind of just gave it to me. I pay the taxes and upkeep, but I didn't have to buy it from her, so I went for a nice new car instead." I saw her fidget and I waited for a moment. "What? Not something you think I would drive?"

"No... just nice and shiny, and probably very expensive to fix." She brought her hand up and started to pull at her lip and I smirked.

"No, my prez owns a garage. If we pop a tire, or blow a gasket, I just have to call one person and it's taken care of."

"And scratches or insurance if I hit something?" I laughed this time. I was already planning on keeping her far away from other cars, or things like that. We were going to the empty parking lot of a shutdown store front, and she was going to practice turns, and parking. Something simple.

"You'll be fine. Do you have your list?" I asked and she nodded before she kind of skipped up the couples steps, she opened the door, got her bags, her little purse, and I watched her lock up before she came over with me and I made sure to open the door to the car for her before closing it for her as well.

She told me which one she usually goes to as I got in, and we were heading there when she seemed to fidget again. "I will try and be fast." She told me and I just looked over at her and smiled.

"You don't have to. I offered to take you, not to rush you. I have the morning off." I made sure she felt a little more comfortable. We got to a parking space and she got out very carefully, walking beside me closely. I had to resist the urge to reach for her hand.

We got a cart and I decided to push it around for her. We went through the aisles first, then the bakery where she got some bread, then milk and meats, and finally we were looking at fresh veggies and fruits. She got some things that were on sale, and when it came to snacks and things, I saw her picking out mostly kid stuff. I had to wonder if she got anything for herself, or if this was all for Monica.

I waited for her to put everything on the little belt and I moved to the other side as she started to pay. I was bagging when she came up and started helping me.

I got things settled into the cart and she got her little receipt, and I pushed the cart out to the car. I pulled the trunk open and let her start in on moving the bags in. I got the last couple and told her to hop in so I could take the cart to a corral, and when I was walking back, I could see her watching me. I got in and started the car up before driving back to her house.

I helped bring everything in, made sure to try and help to unbag everything. She started to take out freezer bags and made sure that it was packed airtight before putting things in the freezer and then some in the fridge. I was watching her do the last of the couple cans of veggies, and she had to ask me not to do things because she didn't want me to do them.

"I don't mind helping." I told her and she sent me a smile.

"It's sweet, but please, you've already taken me to the store, don't keep helping me. You're going to let me drive that car and teach me how to drive. Stop being so nice." She begged and I laughed before shaking my head.

"No. You're stuck with me being nice and helping you with things like grocery runs and getting your license." I crossed my arms and watched her follow the motion with her eyes and she looked for a long second before she licked her lips and looked away before I caught a slight blush on her non bruised cheek.

At least I wasn't the only one wanting whatever this was going to become. It took her a few more minutes to get settled with everything. Then she seemed ready, and nervous.

"Let's get going. I will drive to the parking lot I know is always empty, and then let you take over." I told her and she nodded. She walked behind me out of the house. I opened and closed her door when she slipped inside and I strolled around, trying to think of ways to make her calm down when we got there.

GEMMA'S POV:

We got to the empty parking lot and he pushed open his door the second I did, and I walked around. The engine was off, and as I got in, I waited to see what I needed to do. First thing was first, I needed to be able to reach the pedals. I looked down between my legs and didn't see the little lever, but he was by the side, pushing the forward button and I was moving closer. My chest was almost against the wheel.

"You can put this down... just like this." His hands went between my knees, getting a little latch undone before he let the wheel go and it went closer to the dashboard and went down close to my knees. "You can find the right way, where you can see the speed, the numbers, and things like that." I nodded and did as he said, pulling it up slightly, and getting comfortable.

"Now what?" I asked and he smiled softly, his face was a lot closer than I thought it was going to be when I turned to look at him.

"Now I will get in, and you'll do the mirrors." He told me, standing up slowly, my eyes trained on his zipper before he turned and shut the door. I was still burning red when he got in on the other side, and I waited. "So, to start this, put your foot on the brake, and hit the button." He told me and I nodded. I had it started, besides the start, it was basically quiet inside. "Now adjust this mirror first."

"Ok." I said after I did the one angling into the back window. "Now the sides?" I asked and moved to touch the little switch, going to the right I messed around with it before hearing him tell me how I should just see the back end of the car, but mostly the other lane. I did the same on the other side and we were done, he told me to focus on the music, but I didn't really know most of the songs, so it didn't really help. "I don't really listen to music besides in the club." I told him and he nodded before turning the radio off.

"Then we'll just talk. Answer some easy questions. But first, foot on the brake, then shift into Drive." He told me and I did as he said, getting into gear. "So, birthday?"

"In February." I told him and he nodded slowly.

"Favorite movie?"

"You're going to think I am crazy." I laughed lightly knowing that when I was in school kids would say I was weird for liking the movie.

"No, I won't. Try me. You can start driving any time you want by the way. Just let off the brake slowly and push on the gas pedal." I nodded at his teaching, and I just got into the grove. "So... the movie?"

"It's called Drop Dead Fred." I told him slowly and was glad I couldn't really glance at him to see if he was confused about it, or he knew what I was talking about.

"What's it about?" He asked and I sighed and pushed on the gas and moved forward slowly, not going faster than 15 miles per hour.

"It's about this chick, she had an imaginary friend when she was a little girl, and he basically used to get her into trouble all the time. Make her go out and create mud pies in her nice Sunday dress, or glue her hands onto something important, things like that. The imaginary friend is a middle-aged man who is British. Anyways, the mom eventually kind of locks him away, and when the girl is like 25 or something, when she is getting serious about a man, she find this old box her mom put the guy in, and she opens it... and she lets him out." I kept talking about the movie, and he would give me small directions here and there.

"Here, pull in, swing kind of wide, aim between both lines." He told me and while the lines were faded a bit, it was easy to do as he told me. He smiled at me and hopped out, he checked the other side of the car and nodded. "Perfect." He told me when I rolled the window down. "How about we go on the road."

"No! Not with this car. Can we wait until I get my old kind of messed up one? I don't want to get a scratch on your car." I begged and knew that it was only because it was be so expensive. He smiled wide and came back towards me, squatting and looking at me through the open window.

"I think you'll do just fine." He went and got in the other side and buckled up and I gulped and looked around for the way out to the street. I went slow, going around the block, and since there wasn't much traffic around the abandon store, it wasn't so bad being around one car. They hit the stop sign before me, and I counted to five quickly when I stopped before turning and making sure that I was going the speed limit. "See. Nothing too crazy." He told me and I just bit my lip and kept driving. "Now... next time we'll start at your house and you can drive around your neighborhood. Maybe when you start working at noon, I will swing by the diner you work at and pick you up, and you can drive all the way to work."

"You know I have to ask... why are you being so nice and helpful?" I asked and he turned to me and I just wanted to know if he wanted something from me, or if he expected something... where was this going?

Was he just a good guy?

"Why do you think?" He asked me and I just looked at him for a long second before shrugging.

"I don't know. I don't have many friends anymore. I don't do anything much other than those jobs and taking care of Monica. I'm an old soul." I told him honestly and he smiled softly.

"Is it a bad thing that I like that the most about you?" He asked me and I just got the other end of the meaning. "I would like to date you, but I have already seen that you're busy, and Monica is part of the package if I take you out on night. I don't mind that... but I don't know how you would feel about it. So instead of just coming out and asking you, I have found ways to simply hang out with you."

"So, you're single? Looking? Dating lots of people? You saying you want to hang out with me but doesn't tell me that you want just me." I said it softly, worrying about what he really was looking for with me.

"Put it this way. I am looking at you with blinders on for every other woman."