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“Only one woman has ever been on this bike, nena. And you’ll only ever be the only one. Now get on. I’m taking you back to my place.” I slipped my own helmet on and jumped onto my bike, waiting to feel her climb on behind me. As she did, her heavy thighs hugged my waist comfortably, and I smirked when she plastered herself against my back without much prompting.
Good girl,I wanted to praise, but revved the machine instead.
Soon, I was speeding through the streets with my woman hugging my back, the wind whipping at our bodies. This feeling was freeing. With Zeke now a part of my life, I didn’t have full time solely for riding anymore and spent a lot of it in the SUV. The entire run, I’d spent a good chunk of it stressing about things going right.
Now, though, I let myself be free. Be in the moment with Lorena’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I took my time, speeding across the highway and enjoying the sun and wind. Lorena leaned with me on the turns, moving with me like she’d been at my back for years.
If only she’d accept how right this was between us.
After a while of riding, I finally veered off towards my apartment complex. I parked in front of my building and hopped off, whipping my helmet off before I took Lorena’s hand and helped her down.
“You good, nena?”
She was breathing heavily, clutching the helmet to her chest. “That was exhilarating.”
My cock tightened in my jeans at the care-free expression she wore. Fuck, she was a goddess.
“Let’s go inside.”
My place wasn’t much to look at. The apartment was enough for Zeke and I, but when Lorena stepped through, I was gripped with an urge to live somewhere else. For the first time, I wanted something new. A bigger home, a family to occupy it.
My hand held Lorena’s in a vice-grip as the fantasy washed over me. A fantasy where my woman was in chanclas in the kitchen, stirring a pot of food on the stove as she cradled a palm over her bulging belly. Of Zeke at the table doing homework. Of a baby strapped in a swing.
Fuck.
Was the fantasy misogynistic? Camila would say so, but fuck if I didn’t want that out of life. If I didn’t want my woman, if I didn’t want to put my babies in her belly.
I led Lorena over to my couch.
“Do you want kids, nena?” I found myself asking.
She jolted with surprise at the question. “Y-yeah.” Her smile was soft and her eyes dilated. “I love kids. My family might think I’m the black sheep, that I moved away to be a lonely single woman, but I want a family. Marriage. Kids.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My dick was hard in my jeans, threatening to poke a hole through the material. The image she painted was so fucking tempting.
“So do I,” I said, my voice grave.
We stared at one another a while, like we were daring the other to make a move. I gave in first, my hand reaching out to cup her chin and hold her gaze to mine.
“I want you, Lorena Flores.”
She released a slow breath. “I want you too.”
That was all I needed to hear.
My hand slid from her chin down to her neck. I circled her throat, feeling her pulse beating wildly against my palm. She swallowed against my skin, and I smiled, knowing she was as affected by me as I was by her.
“Miguel.”
Her cutting voice had my body stilling. When I looked up, I found uncertainty still in her wavering gaze.
“I just–I don’tknow.”
She didn’t know. She wasn’t sure about me. About us. While I was planning a future in my fantasies, she was still reluctant. That was her right, of course. Her feelings were valid, and I’d never shame her for them. Not when I hadn’t proven to her how good we could be in the way she needed.
“I know our date today was simple,” I said. “But that’s my life. Always has been. I’ve never been a frivolous man, even less so nowadays. Right now Zeke is my entire world. I know shit with the club was weird for you, but my life isn’t about partying and women.”
