Chapter 23 Byrdie #2
“I don’t hate you,” I tell him quietly, my eyes on our beautiful view. “But love is scary.” I look down at him for this next bit to find him peering up at me. He must have been watching me all this time. “Love means opening myself up to you when you hurt me so badly before.”
“So, we’ll be friends,” he says.
I raise my eyebrow. “Who have lots of sex?”
He pinned me up against the garage wall a week ago when he asked if I wanted to go for a ride. It was neither the time nor the place, but I let him fuck me against the wall, not knowing or caring that someone could have walked in on us at any moment.
I didn’t regret it.
In fact, I told him I didn’t care about the bike ride, so if he wanted to carry me up to my bedroom for the next hour, I wouldn’t mind. He laughed, postponed the bike ride, and we spent the day in his room, talking and having sex. More sex than friends would have.
A thought suddenly occurs to me.
My eyes widen. “Wait. Did you do the picnic basket last time?”
“Yup,” he admits.
“With all the food and the—”
“Uh huh.”
“And Nance—”
“She did.”
I make a face. “And she didn’t kill you after she did all that work, and you didn’t even take me out on the picnic.”
His amusement dims. “She knows I don’t deserve you after what I did to you, but when I went to her begging for help, she realized how much the picnic and doing something nice for you meant to me.”
“And if I’d said no this time?”
“I’d have had a long, painful time of learning how to bake bread,” he says, and I laugh.
As he grins up at me with his head in my lap, a warm feeling grows in my chest. He must see it reflected in my gaze because he reaches up to cup my face. “I won’t hurt you again, Byrdie. I thought I was protecting Vonn and Nash from you.”
I know. It’s why it’s so hard to hate him.
“I don’t hate you,” I tell him quietly. “And we have too much sex to be friends. Maybe we could try the love thing.”
“I think we’re already trying it,” he says so seriously that he must know exactly how I feel about him and is hinting at it instead of calling me a liar.
“How do you know we’re trying it?” I ask, tiptoeing a little longer around telling him how I feel about him.
He takes my right hand and presses it over his heart.
It’s pounding so hard I never would have imagined someone flat on their back under a beautiful clear blue sky in a field of purple lavender would sound like they’re a breath away from having a heart attack.
“I can never catch my breath around you, Byrdie. I hoard every smile I see and want to pin you against every wall. It feels like living a dream I never want to wake up from.”
My eyes burn. “When did it start feeling like that?”
“When I grabbed your t-shirt and pulled you off the side of the roof and into my arms. This isn’t a world I want to breathe in for a second longer if you’re not in it with me.”
He falls silent, and so do I.
“Can we go for another ride?” I ask him, and even though he does a good job of hiding his disappointment, I see it. “I always feel like I’m flying.”
“Whatever my girl wants,” he says with an easy grin, and springs to his feet.
I stand quietly as he packs everything back into the picnic basket. He snags my hand, drawing me in for a sweet kiss before he leads me back to the bike.
As he starts strapping the basket onto the back of his bike, I clear my throat. “Makhi?”
He glances over his shoulder. “You want me to move it further back? Was it too close to your back before?” Before I can respond, he unstraps the basket.
“I want you to fuck me on your bike.”
The basket slams onto the grass, spilling its contents everywhere.
Makhi isn’t paying any attention to the mess he just made of the remains from our picnic lunch. He’s too busy looking at me, and his eyes are burning.
“We are in a lavender field on a public road,” he tells me, voice husky.
I lift my chin. “Then you’d better fuck me fast before anyone can—”
I’m clamped tight against his chest before I saw him move. Makhi’s mouth crashes onto mine, and his kiss is hungry as his hands smooth down my every curve. His cock against my lower belly is hard, swelling each second he extends his kiss.
He breaks away, breathing hard, and his voice is gruff when he orders, “Wrap your legs around me.”
I don’t hesitate.
He lifts me high on his chest, takes two steps, and swings one leg over his bike, straddling the seat.
The handlebars are behind him, and he holds me up with one arm.
I feel the brush of his fingers under my skirt, hissing, then moaning as his fingers slip under my panties.
He strokes and caresses until I’m writhing against him.
His hand moves, the rasp of his zipper makes my core clench, and with one nudge, he pulls my panties aside and draws my body down onto his cock.
I fling my head back, gripping his shoulders as every thought empties out of my head.
I’m sitting on top of him, my legs wrapped around his waist, but this isn’t a ride I’m in control of. His lips are hungry, and the pace of his thrusts is fast, hard, and scorches my brain.
Fire starts at my toes and works up. An urgent ache settles between my thighs, and I buck and gasp as I come around his pistoning cock.
He surges into me, wraps both arms tight around me, and breaks his kiss to press his mouth to my throat.
And he holds me there.
Each jerk of his cock fills me up, leaving me warm and wet and so full of him.
We should separate in case a driver comes down this road, but none of us moves.
My heart slows its frantic rhythm, and Makhi’s next kiss is soft, sweet and sumptuous. He pulls away to meet my eye, and the warmth and sweetness contained within stops my heart. “I love you, baby. I’ll never hurt you again.”
There’s a question in his eyes, and unlike at the hospital, this is a question I don’t look away to avoid.
Do I love him? Can I love him?
Looping my arms around his shoulders, I say what I’ve avoided saying for far too long. “I love you too, Makhi.”
Grinning, he draws me into a deep hug and starts laughing. “Jesus, I can’t believe we did this here. Vonn is going to lay me out when he hears about this.”
“I could kiss him to distract him,” I offer. “You know, to get him off your back?”
Snorting, he pulls back to frame my face. “Baby, the second he learns that you asked me to fuck you on my bike, he’ll be dragging you out here hoping you’ll ask him the same.”
“No, he won’t.”
He kisses me. Hard and hot. “He absolutely will because that man is not an idiot. Let me take you out on this ride, and if you’re nice to me, I’ll give you your first lesson.”
I disregard the being nice to him comment because from his wink, he’s only teasing. Instead, I beam at him. “Really?”
“Fuck. So damn beautiful.” Contentment softens his face. “Really.”