Cade
It was one of those times I wished to fuck I didn't have a sissy bar.
She hooked her backpack over it, climbed on behind me, and leaned back against it. Not me.
At least those sexy-ass thighs were pressed against mine.
She reminded me of someone I'd tried hard to forget. Same long blonde hair. Slim body. Bad fucking attitude.
What the fuck. I was only giving her a ride, and from first impressions, that was all I'd ever be giving.
She pointed the way, leaning forward each time. That felt nice. And before I knew it she was waggling her finger at a row of shops. I wondered which one she needed to get to so desperately.
Butcher. Bakery. Bookstore. Hair salon.
She either needed meat, buns, an escape from whatever the fuck was eating her, or a trim.
Or a wax, maybe. Fuck. I was glad my mind didn't have a tongue.
"Thanks," she said, grabbing her bag. "I'll Uber back."
"I can wait."
"I'd rather not."
Hmm. OK then.