Chapter Nineteen.
Given the horrible circumstances of why I’m at Ben’s initially, it feels amazing to wake up next to him without worrying about hiding.
We take our time waking up and lay there enjoying each other, stroking each other’s backs and kissing softly and lazily like we have all the time in the world.
Eventually, we can’t hide the hunger grumbling in our stomachs and venture out for some breakfast.
My curiosity about the surprise for the day gets the better of me. I can’t help but try to get him to slip up and tell me his plans.
Any chance I get, I ask him what we’re doing or offer up a massage in exchange for any hint of what the evening might hold. He’s a stone wall, never breaking no matter how much I pound against it. Even the pouty-face he calls irresistible doesn’t work, although it does get me extra kisses.
“You ready?” he walks up smiling.
“It’s time?” I bob excitedly.
“Yes, but please put down those wire cutters when you’re jumping,” he laughs.
Oops.
I forgot I was holding them. His dad recruited me to help him cut old fencing so they could take the posts out and expand the field with new ones.
“I’ll text you the address to meet me at.”
“We’re not going together?”
“No. You’re going to meet me there.” His eyes shine with mischief as his eyebrows bounce up and down playfully.
What’s he planning that requires us to drive separately?
He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and types something. A second later, my phone vibrates.
“Eight o’clock? But that’s so far away!” I cross my arms and pout, pushing my bottom lip out. “Plus, having me park on some random stone drive and walk? You’re not going to murder me, are you?”
“Why on earth would I murder you? If I did that, I’d have no one to pick on whenever I wanted.”
I stick my tongue out at him, dramatically. He blows me a kiss and winks, walking away from me up to the house.
“See you then, babe!”
His tight jeans accentuate his perfect ass, sticking to him like glue with each step.
Damn. I’m one hundred percent going to bite into that later.
By the time Koa and I finish working on the fence, Ben’s already back outside.
I’m too tired to find more work to do so I have a quick bite to eat, shower and pick out my hairstyle and outfit for the surprise.
I frown upon hearing a motorcycle roar out of the driveway.
He’s leaving already? My phone lights up to show me it’s only six-thirty. How far away is this place?
I plug the address into my GPS which shows an arrival time of six-forty-five. Why’s he leaving so early if it’s only fifteen minutes away? Is it going to take him this long to set something up?
I’ll leave around seven-thirty then to make sure I have time to walk to wherever the destination is since I have no idea how long the “stone drive” is.
Feeling gutsy, I wear an all-black tight fitting bodycon dress with no underwear or bra. I assume wherever he’s taking me means we’ll be alone, and I want him drooling over me, and begging to touch me. I want him to want me so bad he can’t take it anymore and takes me fully.
I straighten my hair in the mirror and choose a lighter make-up style with a darker lip liner, gloss and eyeliner with mascara. Simple and sweet, exactly how he likes it with just an added touch of spice to hopefully floor him.
Right as I put on my shoes, my alarm beeps, signaling it’s time to go. I haven’t heard from Ben since he left, which isn’t helping ease my nerves that are already on edge from the daring look I chose mixed with a surprise in the middle of nowhere.
I stop by the west barn to admire my motorcycle helmet and jacket one more time before leaving, but they aren’t there. Dalia’s still parked here too. Did he take the bike he drove to Jared’s?
My second alarm reminder beeps. Well, guess I’ll find out what bike he rode when I get to the location.
The stone drive’s creepy, especially since it’s already dark.
My headlights cast an eerie light, making the tree shadows lurch out dramatically.
Sucking in a breath of courage, I park off to the side of the road as instructed, hoping I’m not about to get murdered and get out.
Woods ominously line each side of the stone drive where it leads down into darkness with no visible ending.
What the hell’s he getting me into? The only thing I hear are my black and white converse slipping on the stones and a few birds that are still out, otherwise it’s dead quiet. I check my phone.
Seven-fifty-five.
I pick up my pace to a half-run, unsure of how much farther I need to go.
Finally, after what feels like forever, music sounds to my left which is a good thing because a line of trees blocks the way in front of me, leaving me nowhere else to go.
Looks like this is the end. I follow the music through a thicket of brush, cursing Ben’s name.
I can’t believe he knew I’d be walking through this thicket and didn’t tell me to dress accordingly.
I’m going to give him so much shit for this.
If my dress tears and burrs stick all over my clothes, hair and face, I’m going to be a mess.
God, that’ll be a real attractive sight.
It’ll be like a human-sized bigfoot roaming the woods and trying to seduce him.
I stop dead in my tracks as the thicket clears. My stomach drops down to my feet and my legs start shaking, feeling as though they’re about to give out.
There’s a concrete lot in front of me with a tripod set up in front of a bike and…
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
It’s him. The dancing biker.
Holy fucking shit.
I bolt behind a tree just outside the thicket, frozen, and afraid to be seen.
Did I take a wrong turn? Is there another stone drive I was supposed to go down? Where the hell is Ben and why is he here?
I peek back around the tree that barely hides me and watch him dance to the music, ending the move in a handstand and a front flip. He walks to the tripod, his chest heaving vigorously from exertion and presses a button on the phone, stopping the recording.
My body begins doing what it’s been trained to do when it sees him. My core is getting soaked, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m dripping down my leg from no underwear. The urge to touch myself, to envelope myself in its pleasure is strong as the pulse below strengthens.
Last time it felt wrong when I was with Ben, so why doesn’t it feel wrong right now?
I step away from the tree back toward the thicket to see if I made a wrong turn when my foot steps on a large stick, breaking it, and sending a loud crack into the quiet woods, giving my position away. And that’s when a whistle sounds from behind me.
I slowly turn around in shock, still frozen in my sneaky position, my arms out wide.
He looks right at me beneath the helmet, cocks his head and without saying anything lifts his gloved hand up and motions me to come toward him with two fingers.
If I thought my legs were going to give out before, that is nothing to how weak they feel now caught red-handed by my biker obsession.
Embarrassed to no end, I wobble toward him. He stalks his way toward me with steady, dominant steps. Shit, I don’t know what to say.
What do I say?
Should I call Ben and have him come get me?
Shit, I left my phone in the car. I just had to wear the tightest dress on earth with no pockets.
The biker boy quickens his pace and runs at me. I stop and back pedal, now getting scared, but he’s too fast. Is he going to attack me?
Without slowing down, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up, his leather gloves scratching the skin on my bare thighs as he lifts and swaddles them around his waist. I squirm trying to get away and raise my hand to smack at the helmet when he speaks.
“Baby, stop! Baby, it’s me!”
Oh.
My.
God.
“Ben?”
I flip up the vizor of the helmet to reveal his big, beautiful brown eyes smiling at me.
“Hi baby.”
“Hi! Jesus, you scared me.” I pause, my brain short circuiting as it tries to tie the truth together. “H-how? Wh-what?” My head shakes in disbelief. “I-I can’t believe you’re him. I can’t believe you’re the viral faceless biker…”
Ben’s the biker boy… This is unbelievable.
But how is this possible?
I take his helmet off and rest my arms around his shoulders, holding his all-white helmet in my hands behind his head as I try to find the right words to say.
I am not prepared to face this situation.
“Wow, you look fucking gorgeous, baby. My God, I’m a lucky guy.” He presses his lips to mine and squeezes my ass hard with both hands.
“I never would’ve guessed the viral biker was you. You’ve never been a big fan of social media nor told me that you could dance or liked to dance or…but…you-you…you do thirst traps!”
I can barely put proper sentences together, continuing to ramble from shock, until my brain clears and pegs one question now burning to be asked.
“Why? Why do you do it?”
“Well,” he exhales forcefully, setting me down and running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “Basically, it comes down to wanting to make some extra money.”
“But you’re loaded. Why do you need more money?”
“I’m not loaded,” he says sternly. “My parents are loaded, not me. None of that’s my money. I want to be able to support myself, especially since I’ll be leaving home soon. My parents have done enough. I don’t want to ask more from them than I need to.”
I stay silent for a moment, admiring the man I call mine. He wants to build his own wealth, not rely on his parents and he’s taking concrete steps to achieve it. He has such a good head on his shoulders.
He interlaces his fingers in mine and walks me over to the tripod, reminding me of who was just revealed to be the face behind the mask.
“Your face is really red, Char,” he chuckles, folding his arms and leaning on his bike. “Something wrong?”
“No,” I blurt out a little too defensively. “Like I said, I just had no idea you could dance, let alone be the dancing biker everyone’s obsessed with.”