"Stole them off a blind kid. Yeah." I helped her on the bike and got on myself, reveling in the feeling of her arms around my waist.
"Oh, so now he's blind?"
"Of course he was. I'm a bastard. Put on your helmet. I don't need a run-in with the cops." I pulled mine and hers off the bike and handed her the smaller one. "You eat?"
"No, but we can get a sandwich next to the park. There's a shop right there I want to run into as well. I need to pick up a dress I ordered." She pressed her chest to my back and slid her hands down to cup my dick.
I pressed into her hold and groaned before closing my eyes and breathing in deeply. "I love the feeling of you against me."
"Good. I plan on being closer later. Maybe this time without all of these clothes?" She laughed and I opened my eyes and started the bike.
I'd never allowed myself to dream, but as we rode over to Central Park that's all I did. Vision after vision of a different life than the one I'd been living for twenty-six years. It shook me to the core that love was within my grasp, but if I was being honest, it wasn't that simple.
It never was with me.
We pulled up to the park and I offered her my hand, helping her off the bike before getting off myself and locking the thing up.
"Food or dress first?" I reached out and brushed her hair down as it flew around her pretty face.
She glanced down at her watch. "Dress. The shop is going to close in forty minutes. I don't want to wait until next week to get it."
"All right." I reached for her hand. "Lead the way, angel."
"Why do you call me so many names?" She smirked, which caused her little button nose to turn up. How she could look deliciously sexy one minute and beyond cute the next was a mystery, but both looks had my cock growing thick and heavy.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I just respond with what I see. I always have."
"I like it." She reached for the door to the small shop.
"And I like you." I moved up behind her and grabbed the door.
"Good." She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a hot little look.
"Watch it," I growled and walked over to a table of lacy panties. All of them would look good on her. Off of her. Pushed to the side while I worked my tongue deep inside of her.
"Hi. I'm Jenna Webb. I had a dress to pick up." Her voice carried back to me, and I glanced over.
Jenna Webb. One of the richest families in all of New York and yet she seemed like a commoner. Just a girl of simple means. I'd messed up a lot in my life, but this time was epic in the scope of things.
"Sure, Miss Webb. Did you want to try it on?" The older woman gave my girl a shit-eating grin.
Jenna glanced over her shoulder at me.
"Yeah. You do." I winked and turned back to the panties, picking up several pairs and walking toward the register. "And we want these too."
"Perfect. Give me one minute and I'll have the dress out for you." The woman disappeared into the back room as Jenna picked up a pair of the panties and balked at the price. "These are twenty dollars each. No fucking way."
"I got it." I ran my hand down her back and squeezed the top of her ass. "Tell the old lady that I'm going in the dressing room with you. That I'm your husband."
Her eyes widened a little. "It's a small shop, Nate."
"I know. You'll have to be a good girl and keep quiet." I squeezed her ass once more before walking toward the back of the shop.
The clerk walked out and held up the dress. "Here we go. There is only one dressing room, but you're welcome to use it."
"Perfect. I'm going to let my husband come in to help me. I had hell getting this thing zipped last time." Jenna's voice was sweet, soft. I loved it.
"Oh. I could help if you-"
