35. Blake
35
BLAKE
We pick up Sunny and head to Main Street where the annual parade’s taking place. The woman who’s always been something of a second mother to me won’t stop sneaking us smirks. She’s a bundle of joy as we pull up and she insists we head even closer for a better look.
Korine shares an exasperated look with me and mouths sorry .
But I can only feel warmth inside my chest. How can I not when I’m taking my two best girls out for a day on the town?
What’s crazy is that I’ve never pictured this for myself. Attending the town’s spring parade with the woman I love and her mother and enjoying myself. The three of us a unit, something of our own family.
I’m the guy who grew up in dysfunction. The kid who used to wear long sleeve shirts to hide the bruises on my arms. The teen who ran away from home more times than I can count, and who eventually applied for emancipation at age sixteen.
I’m the man who let his demons rule him up ’til a few years ago and almost ruined my life on that fateful night.
I survived to see another day after the crash. I have to keep making the most of it.
It’s wild to look over at Korine, her soft, slim body tucked into my side, and realize that I’ve got something I never thought I would. That I was sure I was never good enough for. A good woman and the love she gives me.
None of it’s been easy. It’s been anything but.
We’ve traveled down a long, twisted path with roadblocks every step of the way to getting where we are. We’re still on our way to the final destination… wherever that is for us.
Sharing in a small smile with Korine, something tells me we’ll get there eventually. We’re halfway there even if we haven’t said the words aloud.
I turn my attention back onto Main Street. A string of different floats drifts by as people on both sides of the street wave and cheer them on. The town council has put together a float for damn near everything.
The elementary school’s got one. So does the middle school and high school. The local beauty pageant’s got one with their most recent queen sitting up top and each of our town sports teams have their own.
Sunny elbows me as the float for the Pulsboro Pioneers goes by. “The motorcycle club might as well get a float.”
“Not sure any of the guys would be interested in participating in that. Or any of the town leadership would want us to.”
“You could be on it,” she teases. “The women in town would love it. We could call the float the Panty Dropper.”
“Mama, shush!” Korine gasps through a laugh.
A couple people nearby have glanced over in curiosity at Sunny’s comment. She brushed them off, paying them no mind as she pokes an elbow into my ribcage again and mutters, “Think about it.”
Once the main part of the parade’s over, the town migrates toward the park where the festivities continue with a live performance from a local band nobody outside of our county has ever heard of and barbecue food to snack on. Sunny spots Sydney and beelines over to talk her ear off for a few minutes.
Just the two of us, Korine makes the most of the moment. She loops her arms around my neck and thanks me for another great evening out together. I’m too distracted by how plump and sweet tasting her lips look. I swoop in and cut her off with a kiss.
“My pleasure,” I growl afterward, squeezing her hips and nuzzling her neck. “I scheduled Yara to work overnight. She’ll be watching over your mother if you’re okay with that.”
Korine’s eyes sparkle, understanding my suggestion. “I’ll have to see if Mama’s okay with that first.”
I bark out a chuckle. “Okay with it? It was her idea. She said you need more fun in your life.”
“That does sound like something she’d say.”
“Is that a yes? Be careful what you’re agreeing to—you’ll be mine for the next twelve, thirteen hours.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
My thumb traces the swell of her cheek only to end up tucking hair behind her ears. I’m amused at the spark she’s giving, the hint of mischief that reminds me of the many times we spent together through the years. All of ’em that’ve led us to this point.
“Let’s go find Sunny.”
* * *
The sky’s a huge blot of ink by the time Korine’s mounting my bike and I’m revving the engine. She clutches her hands to my abdomen, her arms tight around my sides as we blast off into the dark. Her every breath heard and felt pushed up so close against me. Things I savor and take in.
The sounds and feels of Korine McKibbens, my dream girl. My best friend since the time I was a kid. The one person I’ve always sought in the dark times… and the girl who I’ve always been willing to destroy the world for.
We ride for miles ’til civilization falls away and it’s the open road that’s keeping us company. The night stretches long into the distance with the cool air blowing across our skin. In a few weeks spring’ll be over and the breeze in the evening won’t feel half as refreshing on the skin.
The moment couldn’t be better. Korine snug against my back. My grip on the round top handlebars of my bike as we enjoy each other’s company.
Riding my bike ’til we’re ready to stop. A bike we worked on together in the shop. Once again, Kori showing off her skills as she helped me make upgrades and enhancements, casting me that bright smile of hers as she wiped her hands clean of motor oil.
Just seeing her in the garage makes me hard. Makes me want to bend her over my bike…
Eventually, we stop miles outside of the Ludic County line. Far beyond Pulsboro and other towns like Boulder and Wheaton. I pull onto the shoulder of the highway and then off-road onto a pasture that probably leads to somebody’s farmland.
We pull off our helmets and stretch our legs. Korine couldn’t look more appetizing in a leather motorcycle jacket I’ve gifted her—complete with her own personalized club rocker stitched onto the back—and jean shorts that show off how toned her legs are. It’s like Christmas night all over again as she shakes her windswept hair out of her eyes.
I grin and step to her. “How was the ride?”
“Smooth,” she answers, smirking sexily. “I enjoyed the fine tuning we did on your suspension. It really made the difference long distance.”
I chuckle, giving a subtle shake of my head. Korine rests her hands against my chest and peers up at me with curiosity.
“What’s that laugh for?”
“Count on Korine McKibbens to think about the technical aspects of a motorcycle ride.”
“I am an engineer!”
“Yeah, you are. And so fucking sexy.”
I kiss her, unable to go another second without tasting her. Sweetness explodes on my taste buds the second that I do. I suck her lips between mine and take my time experiencing her in whatever way I can.
In whatever way feels natural in the moment.
It’s a vibe we both give into. Sexual tension rises between us, building from earlier, ’til it shatters now.
Korine wiggles her body against mine and teases the fuck out of me with her touch. Her gentle hands—still so fucking soft even after months of toiling away in the shop—slip and slide up and down my body. She feels the hard curve of my biceps and runs a hand across the muscle etched into my abdomen. The kind of touch that makes my dick throb in demand for relief.
“Keep kissing me like that, Blake Cash, and you’ll have me slinging my panties,” Korine says. We’ve broken apart long enough for a breather. She traces her fingers along the hard-packed outline of my pec and then up toward my throat. She skims the scruff along the upper parts of my neck and then my beard. More touches that make me aware of how erect I am. All as she tells me about her panties. “You had me on the back of that bike for an hour. The cool air. Your muscles I was pressed up against. The vibration …”
I laugh. “Is that your way of telling me you’re turned on, Kori?”
“It’s my way of hoping you brought me out here for more than just a ride.”
Fuck. This girl. She’s gonna be the death of me.
“I brought you out here for a ride, alright,” I say, thumbing her bottom lip.
“Thank you.”
“For offering you a ride on my dick? Kori babe, anytime.”
She casts me a scolding look, though her smirk still bleeds through. “More like thank you for taking me out. For giving me excitement. For… for sticking around. Any other man would’ve run for the hills.”
“I’m not any other man. And you’re not any other woman. We’re Cash and Kori. Best friends and lovers. There was never any doubt about whether I’d stick around.”
“I never should’ve left. I’m sorry that I did.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s worked out the way it was supposed to.”
We interrupt ourselves with more kisses. My hands slide along the curve of her ass. Hers scratch along my bearded cheeks.
It’s only the beginning of the passion that’s to come. I sit backwards on the seat of my bike and Korine climbs on top of me. We kiss ’til we’re coming undone. We’ve unbuckled my jeans and my dick’s out. Korine’s straddling me, sinking down and encasing me in the silky hot tunnel that’s her pussy.
There’s no better feeling than Korine McKibben’s legs wrapped around you. No better feeling than being inside of her. Something I learned when we were seventeen and it’s something that’s still true today.
I make good on my promise. I give Korine a ride. She rolls her hips and grips my chest and shoulders and makes the most of it.
My girl’s so sexy, letting go, tossing her head back, riding the wave of pleasure. I ride along with her, grunting as her pussy walls clench and my dick pushes in deep. We fuck on my bike under the inky sky ’til we’re seeing more than just the stars above.
We’re seeing stars flash before our eyes as pleasure sweeps us up and a violent orgasm rocks us.
I draw Korine’s mouth to mine, my hand palming her bare ass. I keep her perched in my lap where she belongs. We don’t move for a long time. The breezy spring air rakes over our skin and cools us down from the heat we shared in.
Finally, things have come full circle. It took us a while, but we’re together in the way we’ve been meant to be from that first moment in the tree.