her. “Pleasure to meet you, Renae.” Turning to Jason, he said, “Have fun, Slugger.”
“Ha-ha.” He grabbed Renae’s hand, not giving her a chance to say no. “Come on. He’d love to meet you.”
“Are you kidding? I go to church with Mr. O’Niel. He’s been trying to fix me up with one of you for years.”
Jodie interjected. “That would be Jason. I’ve been married for a while. If it’s me, he’s more senile than we think.”
Jason’s mouth was agape. “You’re the lady from church?” To himself he added, “If I’d have known, I’d been going since I got here…” He looked back at Renae to see her smirking. “Sorry, I could have sworn he was trying to fix me up with a sixty-year-old lady from the bridge group.”
“Well, I’m not quite sixty…”
Grabbing her hand and tugging, he pulled a helmet down from a hook on the wall next to hats and coats near the door. “Well, his description of you did not do you justice. I may have to have a talk with him.” He led her to his motorcycle. “I can borrow Jodie’s Tahoe if you’re not comfortable on this…”
She yanked the helmet from his hand. “I haven’t been on one in years, not since my brother still lived at home, but it’s like a bicycle, right?”
He grinned at her and got on the bike, scooting forward so she could straddle behind him. Feeling her pressed against his back felt good. Real good. After starting it, he reached around and grabbed her hands, settling them across his stomach, practically purring at the way her fingers spread and traced the curves of his abdomen.
“You ready?” He called over his shoulder. She squeezed his torso, and he took that as a yes as he accelerated out of his space in front of the shop. She leaned against him, and the press of her breasts against his back sucked all the oxygen out of his helmet and sent all his blood to his groin. He was lightheaded as he navigated the streets out of the downtown area over the few blocks to Joe’s apartment complex. It was obvious she knew how to ride, leaning with him on the curves to make it easier, her front glued to his back the entire time. A sigh of contentment escaped him. He was tempted to just keep going, take her on a scenic drive around the outskirts of town, lay her down by the side of the road, and re-acquaint himself with her body.
All too soon, they arrived at his dad’s apartment, and Jason shut off the engine. He removed his helmet, and the absence of Renae’s arms around him as she removed her helmet was crushing.
“We’re going to do that again soon.” When he got off the bike and saw the gleam of excitement in her eyes and flushed cheeks, he vowed to do it as often as possible.
“What kind of bike did your brother have?” Jason asked as he led her to the door.
“An old Triumph he and my dad restored when he was in high school. He actually still has it. I just don’t get to ride it anymore.”
“Nice,” Jason murmured appreciatively as he held the door open for her, admiring her backside as she went in first.
“Hey, Mr. O’Niel!” She greeted Joe as she entered. He was in the kitchen stirring something on the stove. “Whatcha got cookin’?”
Jason noticed her Texas twang was more pronounced as she spoke to his dad and admired it. It sounded warm and friendly, not at all uneducated or redneck, just down home and comfortable. He wondered if she even realized she did it.
Joe turned to see who was speaking to him and dropped the whisk he was using into the pot. “Well, I was making chili, but it’s not quite turning out right. What are you doing here?” His eyes went to Jason, and turned knowing. “I told you, didn’t I?” He winked.
“Yeah, Dad. You did. But you neglected to mention she was smoking hot. Thanks.” He moved past his dad to the stove to see he was using the whisk on hamburger meat, ineffectively. “Let me work on this chili for you. Would you do me a favor and tell Renae what I was doing
“Ha-ha.” He grabbed Renae’s hand, not giving her a chance to say no. “Come on. He’d love to meet you.”
“Are you kidding? I go to church with Mr. O’Niel. He’s been trying to fix me up with one of you for years.”
Jodie interjected. “That would be Jason. I’ve been married for a while. If it’s me, he’s more senile than we think.”
Jason’s mouth was agape. “You’re the lady from church?” To himself he added, “If I’d have known, I’d been going since I got here…” He looked back at Renae to see her smirking. “Sorry, I could have sworn he was trying to fix me up with a sixty-year-old lady from the bridge group.”
“Well, I’m not quite sixty…”
Grabbing her hand and tugging, he pulled a helmet down from a hook on the wall next to hats and coats near the door. “Well, his description of you did not do you justice. I may have to have a talk with him.” He led her to his motorcycle. “I can borrow Jodie’s Tahoe if you’re not comfortable on this…”
She yanked the helmet from his hand. “I haven’t been on one in years, not since my brother still lived at home, but it’s like a bicycle, right?”
He grinned at her and got on the bike, scooting forward so she could straddle behind him. Feeling her pressed against his back felt good. Real good. After starting it, he reached around and grabbed her hands, settling them across his stomach, practically purring at the way her fingers spread and traced the curves of his abdomen.
“You ready?” He called over his shoulder. She squeezed his torso, and he took that as a yes as he accelerated out of his space in front of the shop. She leaned against him, and the press of her breasts against his back sucked all the oxygen out of his helmet and sent all his blood to his groin. He was lightheaded as he navigated the streets out of the downtown area over the few blocks to Joe’s apartment complex. It was obvious she knew how to ride, leaning with him on the curves to make it easier, her front glued to his back the entire time. A sigh of contentment escaped him. He was tempted to just keep going, take her on a scenic drive around the outskirts of town, lay her down by the side of the road, and re-acquaint himself with her body.
All too soon, they arrived at his dad’s apartment, and Jason shut off the engine. He removed his helmet, and the absence of Renae’s arms around him as she removed her helmet was crushing.
“We’re going to do that again soon.” When he got off the bike and saw the gleam of excitement in her eyes and flushed cheeks, he vowed to do it as often as possible.
“What kind of bike did your brother have?” Jason asked as he led her to the door.
“An old Triumph he and my dad restored when he was in high school. He actually still has it. I just don’t get to ride it anymore.”
“Nice,” Jason murmured appreciatively as he held the door open for her, admiring her backside as she went in first.
“Hey, Mr. O’Niel!” She greeted Joe as she entered. He was in the kitchen stirring something on the stove. “Whatcha got cookin’?”
Jason noticed her Texas twang was more pronounced as she spoke to his dad and admired it. It sounded warm and friendly, not at all uneducated or redneck, just down home and comfortable. He wondered if she even realized she did it.
Joe turned to see who was speaking to him and dropped the whisk he was using into the pot. “Well, I was making chili, but it’s not quite turning out right. What are you doing here?” His eyes went to Jason, and turned knowing. “I told you, didn’t I?” He winked.
“Yeah, Dad. You did. But you neglected to mention she was smoking hot. Thanks.” He moved past his dad to the stove to see he was using the whisk on hamburger meat, ineffectively. “Let me work on this chili for you. Would you do me a favor and tell Renae what I was doing
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