moment.
“What’s the special occasion?” I asked as he handed me my helmet.
“The sun is out,” he said. “What better way to enjoy the approaching spring than to ride together?”
Spring, the time of year when animals answered the mating call. That explained it all.
He gazed down at me, his blue eyes warm with sincerity. “But mostly you. You’re the special occasion.” He swung a leg over the bike and turned to me. “Ready?”
I pulled the helmet over my head and sat on the bike, wrapping my arms around his torso. “Ready,” I said and the bike roared to life.
We rode around downtown Denver then headed west on Sixth Avenue toward the mountains. Even though I didn’t have to, I held on tight, pressing my body into his back. Every now and then I caught a whiff of his scent, and it was all I could do not to hump him right then and there.
The fresh air and the sunshine were like bleach to my soul. With each mile we traversed, I felt as if the tethers that had been holding me down were loosened, flapping behind me in the wind until they tore off one by one.
By the time we stopped at a scenic lookout and I climbed off the bike, I could almost imagine that I was the old Elsie, whose only worry was whether following her brother to Oklahoma was the right thing to do. That girl was still excited about life’s possibilities, still woke up with a smile on her face. She didn’t know yet about the pain of losing her only sibling, didn’t know yet the highs and lows of loving the boy of her dreams, of the mental anguish a man can go through when he realizes he’s not the man he thought he was. She didn’t know that marrying the love of her life did not guarantee a happily ever after, that heartbreak could still occur on the other side.
“What are you thinking?” Henry asked, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
I looked out over the view of the jagged mountains, and decided that, for today, I could be that old Elsie. I twisted around in his arms and looked up into his face as I unzipped his jacket and slipped my arms inside. “Absolutely nothing,” I said, molding my body against his.
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You sure?”
I stood on my tiptoes. “I lied,” I whispered against his ear, my lips brushing against his lobe. “I was thinking about how I want you to bend me over this bike, spread my legs apart, and fuck me hard.”
My words hit their intended target; I felt the stirring in his pants almost immediately. He gazed down at me with a dark, heated expression and said in a rough voice, “God, I want to.”
“Then let’s do it,” I said, knowing that the old Elsie would have had no reservations, even if this new one did.
“Has it been long enough?” he asked, uncertainty tainting his desire.
Dr. Harmon had originally advised we wait for a month before trying again with the caveat that sometimes it took longer to heal emotionally. I wasn’t entirely sure about the stability of my emotional state, but my body was definitely raring to go. “Hell yes,” I said without hesitation.
The ride back to our house was long and gave me ample opportunity to question myself. Slowly but surely the old Elsie flew off into the wind, as if returning to the vicinity of our house brought us back to our issues. By the time Henry parked the bike in the garage, I had almost convinced myself that it was too soon, that I wasn’t ready yet.
I climbed off the bike the moment Henry killed the ignition, immediately taking my helmet off and placing it on the shelf. I held out a hand, waiting for Henry to hand me his helmet too. I stood by the shelves, my back to the bike, taking my time, uncertainty clouding my thoughts.
“Hey, come here,” Henry said gently. He leaned against the bike’s seat and pulled me between his legs, setting his hands on my waist. “You okay? Having second thoughts?”
He knew. Just one look at my face and he knew. “How do you do that?” I asked,
“What’s the special occasion?” I asked as he handed me my helmet.
“The sun is out,” he said. “What better way to enjoy the approaching spring than to ride together?”
Spring, the time of year when animals answered the mating call. That explained it all.
He gazed down at me, his blue eyes warm with sincerity. “But mostly you. You’re the special occasion.” He swung a leg over the bike and turned to me. “Ready?”
I pulled the helmet over my head and sat on the bike, wrapping my arms around his torso. “Ready,” I said and the bike roared to life.
We rode around downtown Denver then headed west on Sixth Avenue toward the mountains. Even though I didn’t have to, I held on tight, pressing my body into his back. Every now and then I caught a whiff of his scent, and it was all I could do not to hump him right then and there.
The fresh air and the sunshine were like bleach to my soul. With each mile we traversed, I felt as if the tethers that had been holding me down were loosened, flapping behind me in the wind until they tore off one by one.
By the time we stopped at a scenic lookout and I climbed off the bike, I could almost imagine that I was the old Elsie, whose only worry was whether following her brother to Oklahoma was the right thing to do. That girl was still excited about life’s possibilities, still woke up with a smile on her face. She didn’t know yet about the pain of losing her only sibling, didn’t know yet the highs and lows of loving the boy of her dreams, of the mental anguish a man can go through when he realizes he’s not the man he thought he was. She didn’t know that marrying the love of her life did not guarantee a happily ever after, that heartbreak could still occur on the other side.
“What are you thinking?” Henry asked, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
I looked out over the view of the jagged mountains, and decided that, for today, I could be that old Elsie. I twisted around in his arms and looked up into his face as I unzipped his jacket and slipped my arms inside. “Absolutely nothing,” I said, molding my body against his.
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You sure?”
I stood on my tiptoes. “I lied,” I whispered against his ear, my lips brushing against his lobe. “I was thinking about how I want you to bend me over this bike, spread my legs apart, and fuck me hard.”
My words hit their intended target; I felt the stirring in his pants almost immediately. He gazed down at me with a dark, heated expression and said in a rough voice, “God, I want to.”
“Then let’s do it,” I said, knowing that the old Elsie would have had no reservations, even if this new one did.
“Has it been long enough?” he asked, uncertainty tainting his desire.
Dr. Harmon had originally advised we wait for a month before trying again with the caveat that sometimes it took longer to heal emotionally. I wasn’t entirely sure about the stability of my emotional state, but my body was definitely raring to go. “Hell yes,” I said without hesitation.
The ride back to our house was long and gave me ample opportunity to question myself. Slowly but surely the old Elsie flew off into the wind, as if returning to the vicinity of our house brought us back to our issues. By the time Henry parked the bike in the garage, I had almost convinced myself that it was too soon, that I wasn’t ready yet.
I climbed off the bike the moment Henry killed the ignition, immediately taking my helmet off and placing it on the shelf. I held out a hand, waiting for Henry to hand me his helmet too. I stood by the shelves, my back to the bike, taking my time, uncertainty clouding my thoughts.
“Hey, come here,” Henry said gently. He leaned against the bike’s seat and pulled me between his legs, setting his hands on my waist. “You okay? Having second thoughts?”
He knew. Just one look at my face and he knew. “How do you do that?” I asked,
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