Chapter 11
Kat
Mav had been kind to offer up his time to give me a tour and save me from the three-year-old copy of Good Housekeeping.
I was being ungrateful by not paying attention.
In my defense, it was hard to focus on anything other than the way my breasts pressed into his back or how his rock-hard abs felt beneath my palms. The heady scent of his cologne was almost hypnotizing.
And throw in a motorcycle on top of all that, what was a woman to do?
“So, I guess that’s a no, then?” Mav’s head turned back to look at me.
Busted. “Sorry, what was that?” We were stopped at a red light with a dilapidated shopping center to our right.
“What’s wrong, baby? Having a hard time keeping up?” He bit his bottom lip. Gah, why was that so sexy?
I shook my head. “No, just, um… can you repeat the question?” Best to move on. I’m sure he knew why I wasn’t paying attention.
“The movie theater is to our right. It’s been here since before I was born, so I asked if you’d been before.”
“Oh.” I chuckled. That was an easy one. “Absolutely not. That was one warning I got from my mom every summer before I visited. She said it was filthy and to wear a wetsuit if I went.”
Mav laughed. “I worked there in high school and can confirm cleaning was not a top priority for the staff. But it had its perks. The back rows provided a great learning environment for many teens.”
“Learning environment?” I scrunched my nose as the light turned green and we took off. “Like for watching documentaries? Or—Ooooh,” I laughed again. “Right. Horny teenagers. And what did you learn in those seats?”
He lowered his left hand from the handlebar and rested it on my leg, squeezing my thigh. “Happy to show you anytime, Kitty Kat. And lucky for you, my skill set has only gotten better with time.”
I squirmed on the seat, but that only made things worse since it pressed my pussy even more into his ass.
I groaned, and he laughed, revving the engine as we sped through the town. He pointed out the best places to eat, including an ice cream parlor which City Kat would have ignored but Country Kat was considering, until we finally stopped off at a community park.
“Is this a bathroom break?” I asked, confused as to why we were at a playground.
“Nah, babe. This is for fun.”
Should I tell him I was having plenty of fun being wrapped around his body? Probably not.
We removed our helmets and he helped me off the bike. We’d only ridden about half an hour, but my legs were already stiff. Maybe this was more of a break for me, and if it was, it was incredibly thoughtful.
“Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me over to a playground that was vaguely familiar.
The equipment looked new, but the set up was tickling something in the back of my brain.
The giant grassy knoll, the baseball field in the back, the brick building in the center with the picnic tables and bathrooms.. .
“I think I’ve been here before.”
He let go of my hand while I continued to look around. “I think…” I chewed on my bottom lip. “I think I had a birthday party here?”
“Maybe so. When did your parents split up?”
“When I was five.” Did I have a preschool birthday party here? I’d have to dig through Dad’s old photos. “And maybe there was a clown?”
Mav chuckled and I turned to find him standing behind one of the swings with his hands on the chains. “Not what I would pick, but it sounds like a good time. We have a couple parks in town, but this is the main one. If you had a party, it was probably here.”
I took a seat in the swing. We were the only people there, which wasn’t a shocker considering the target age group should either be in school or taking a nap.
The seat was a little snug, but I managed to fit.
The chains weren’t rusted out, so I wasn’t worried about breaking it.
I looked up, and Mav was staring down at me, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Push me?” I asked.
“Is that what you need, Kat?” His deep voice was smooth like butter, and I fought the urge to shiver. “Do you need me to push you?”
My heart thudded in my chest. Were we still talking about the swing?
I’d centered my life around following a specific plan to ensure I’d always have control over my life.
I never wanted to be like my mom who jumped from relationship to relationship in order to get by.
I was laser focused on my career, and in turn, my life was predictable.
Safe. Stable. But at what cost? I came home every day to prepackaged meals and plastic plants.
In the last few weeks I’d had lunch with seniors at a biker bar, learned to shoot a gun, and taken a motorcycle ride through town. This was the most excitement I’d had in years, and Mav was at the center of it. A grin spread across my face. Did I need him to push me?
“Yeah, I think I do.”