A Wild Ride

A smile spread across her face when she heard him pull into her driveway. She laughed when she heard the engine rev a few times before he shut it off. The chrome beast was back. Her whole life seems to have changed in the past month that Matthew was gone at summer camp. Not only was the chrome beast back in her life, its owner was back in her life, bed, and the one place he never truly left; her heart.

He walked up to her front door and looked in through the window. He stood frozen as he watched her place her foot up on the coffee table, the thin material of her sundress sneaking up her thigh as she bent down to fasten her shoe. She had to know he was there he thought to himself. He noticed her smile, oh yeah, she knew he was there, and she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

He opened the front door and walked into the living room. She turned slightly, a mischievous grin on her face. He slowly walked up behind her, enjoying the view, “You know not that I’m complaining BUT you do remember that we’re taking the bike up to Matthew’s camp.” She turns and smiles, nodding her head as she walks towards him, “and that’s what you’re going to wear?”

She slowly walks up to him, placing her fingers on his lips to stop his impending rant, dropping it onto his chest, across his waist as she walks around behind him. Her scent was intoxicating, driving him crazy, as she continued to make her way behind him. He jerked back slightly as she hooked her fingers into his belt loops, and tugged. He felt her breath graze his neck as she leaned in close, “I wore this dress BECAUSE we’re taking the bike,” she whispered in a throaty seductive voice.

Bo tries to catch his breath, as she begins to lightly kiss his neck just below his ear, her warm breath billowing across his skin. He turns and grabs her hand, “Let’s go!”

She pulls him out to the driveway and over to the bike. She looks over at him, their eyes never leaving the other as she slowly and seductively hikes her dress up. He shakes his head and whistles as he climbs on in front of her.

She leans against his back, wrapping her arms low against his waist. She rests her chin on his shoulder, lightly brushing her lips against his neck, “We better go,” she whispers, “we don’t want to be TOO late.” He turns and kisses her before starting the engine.

The warm summer air blows through their hair as they make their way up the mountain. The wind carries on it his intoxicating lime scent, mixing with her own; the scent that haunts his dreams. His hand occasionally makes its way to his waist, intertwining with hers as it rests across his stomach.

They pull into the camp entrance two hours later. He parks the bike, dropping the kickstand; then climbing off. He holds his hand out to her offering her help off the bike. She spins her right leg around and begins to slide out of the seat; her shoe catching on the side, causing her to stumble into his arms. Their eyes lock, their hearts begin to race, as a flush begins to rise up their necks. He leans in, his lips just inches from hers when they hear their son calling them. He sets her down, both turning to greet their son.

She bends down, scooping Matthew into her arms, “Oh, I’ve missed you, baby.”

“I’ve missed you too, mom,” looking around to see if anyone else saw him kiss his mom.

Bo kneels down and pulls Matthew close, “Hey, champ. Having a good time? We’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, camp’s been fun.”

Starr comes running up to them, “Ms. Buchanan, Commissioner Buchanan.”

They both look at each other and then down at her, “Starr,” they say in unison.

She turns her attention back to Matthew, “Come on, Matthew, they’re waiting for us in the dining room.”

He turns to his parents and grabs their hands, “Come on, we’ve got to go.”

The four of them walked into the dining room. Matthew and Starr run off to find their counselors and Bo and Nora take their seats. He looked around the room before reaching down and taking her hand. She smiles as he intertwines their fingers.

They sat beside each other at lunch, their attention divided between their son’s exuberant tales of life at camp, and the looks passing between them. They spent the rest of the afternoon with Matthew and Starr, oblivious to the fact that their son was on to them.

Just before four that afternoon Matthew and Starr were ushered away to prepare for the awards ceremony. Bo and Nora took the opportunity to sneak away for some quiet time. He takes her hand and leads her down to the lake. They walk along the lake shore, her head resting on his shoulder, as they talk about their son and the activities from earlier in the day.

Matthew watched his parents from afar, a smile spreading across his face as he watches them steal looks at one another, as they stand together watching the small waves lap against the shoreline. Starr walks up to him and nudges his arm, “So what’s going on with them?”

Matthew smiles, “They’re back together.”

“Did they tell you that?”

“No, but I can tell,” he says with a smile, “They just don’t think I know.”

“Parents always think their kids are stupid.”

Matthew just rolls his eyes and grabs her arm “Come on; let’s go get them.”

They stand quietly on the shore, both quickly letting go when they see Matthew and Starr walking towards them. They both clear their throats, trying to quickly cover up their closeness. Matthew pretends not to notice, knowing that when they’re ready to tell him they will. He takes their hands, “Come on, it’s time for the awards ceremony.” He looks over at Starr and rolls his eyes, as he leads them towards the ceremony.

They each take a hand, glancing at each other over his head, as they make their way back into the dining room. They sat together once again, cheering loudly as their son won best camper. They said their goodbyes a half hour later, telling him that they’d be back to pick him up at the end of the week.

They glanced back a few times, waiting until he was out of sight, before they took each other’s hand. They walked the rest of the way to the parking lot, her head on his shoulder, him leaning in to kiss her head, all of this being seen by their son, peeking around the corner of a building. He turns and high fives Starr before running off to join the rest of the campers for dinner.

They stood beside his motorcycle saying goodbye to a few of the other parents. Bo helped her onto the bike, both beginning to laugh when her stomach begins to growl, “Hungry, Red?” She gives him a ‘what do you think’ look. He leans in and kisses the tip of her nose, “There’s a pizza joint just a few miles down the road.”

Her eyes widen at the mention of pizza. He laughs and climbs onto the bike. Ten minutes later they were walking into the small roadside pizza joint. He took her hand and led her over to a corner table.

Their pizza and beer arrives a few minutes later. They eat, they laugh; they attract the attention of the others in the small roadside pizza place. People smile at the two obvious lovers in the corner as he reaches across the table to wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth, both laughing after she licks the sauce from his finger.

Someone behind the counter flicks on the radio, and the sounds of jazz fill the room…

He stands up and holds his hand out to her. He pushes their table further into the corner, before they begin to spin around the makeshift dance floor. The fast music continues to play as they dance like they haven’t danced in years, her coordination a bit off from the beers she consumed. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath as she continues to dance.

She looks over at him as he watches her dance, laughing at her as she spins around. The flowing material of her sundress wraps around her legs as she dances. She finally stops when she sees him laugh even harder at her.

She walks over to him, pointing her finger into his chest, “You laughing at me, Buchanan?”

He places his hand over his heart, “Never, Nora Hanen-Gannon-Buchanan.”

She walks up to him and kisses him, “Just Buchanan, remember?”

Suddenly the music changes and they look up at each other. He raises an eyebrow in question. She smiles and walks towards him. He takes her hand, pulling her close, but not too close.

Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear
Won't you kiss me once, baby
Just a kiss goodnight, may be
You and I will fall in love

Soon he brings their hands between him, resting them on his chest as they fall into rhythm with the music. His other hand slides down her back resting on the small of her back. Her hand that once rested on his shoulder now slides behind his neck, her fingers slowly beginning to run through the hair at the base of his neck, they dance that way for a while.

Soon he pulls her even closer, their heads touching as they inhale each other’s scent. The small restaurant grows quiet as the few remaining patrons stop what they're doing to watch them. Feeling very much like voyeurs, knowing they shouldn't be seeing something so intimate but unable to take their eyes away from the scene playing out in front of them.

The music comes to an end but they remain in each other's arms for a few minutes. He finally whispers in her ear, “The music stopped, Red,” she lifts her head off his chest but never leaves his embrace. She looks at him, their eyes locking. They both start to move in for a kiss, the moment broken when a busboy drops a tray of dishes behind the counter.

They look at each other, and laugh nervously, “We better get going before it gets too dark.” He drops some money on the table and takes her hand, leading her out of the restaurant.

He slips onto the bike, and looks over at her as she hikes her dress up and slips onto the bike behind him. She nestles herself closer to him, her hand resting low across his waist, gently rubbing against him as she wraps her arms around him. He turns his head and kisses her cheek, “You ready?”

She smiles, “Let’s roll.”

They pull out of the gravel parking lot and onto the main road. About a half mile down the road he feels her begin to nuzzle his neck, as her hands slip underneath his t-shirt. He leans back against her, as she begins to tease him, running her fingers along the inside of the waistband of his jeans. She smiles when she feels the effect her touch is having on him. She continues to tease him with one hand as she raises her other hand up his chest, her nails grazing across his alert skin, resting over his rapidly beating heart.

She presses closer against him, her erect nipples grazing against his back. He smiles, knowing she is being driven just as crazy as he is. She lowers her hands back down his chest, brushing across him as her hands run up and down his legs, causing him to swerve slightly.

She smiles and leans in close, “Pull over,” she says in a throaty voice. A smile spreads across his face once again as he pulls off into a clearing, her hands already making quick work of his button-fly jeans.

He stops the bike under a tree, dropping the kickstand. She wraps her arms around him as she slowly slides from behind him, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Situating herself, she slowly peels back his jeans, reaching into his boxers. He shudders at her touch as he slides his hands up her bare thighs, making his way under her dress.

She bites her bottom lips, her eyes dancing with desire as she continues to pleasure him with her hand. He reaches further under her dress, hooking his finger into the side of the thin material of her underwear. He pulls against the material as she squeezes her legs, causing the thin material to snap in one swift movement, their eyes widening momentarily, as they fall to the ground.

He brings his lips down onto her chest, caressing the skin just above the bodice of her dress. Her head dips back, as he runs his tongue along her flushed skin as he reaches behind her, slowly and seductively untying the back of her dress. His lips follow the trail the strap leads as the material cascades down her chest. He brings his tongue up to her neck, gently sucking on her rapidly beating pulse, as his hands move around and cup her breasts.

His lips slowly move lower, kissing down and across her chest. He takes her erect nipple in his mouth, as his other hand twists and tugs on her other nipple, eliciting a moan from deep within, as her head rotates back in abject pleasure.

With his lips still on one breast he moves both hands to that tender spot behind both exposed knees and draws her closer, his throbbing need even more obvious. She reaches behind her and grabs the handlebars, steadying herself, as he's slides her legs further back on the bike, laying her further back.

She grips the handlebars tighter as he thrusts inside her, causing her to arch her back and call out his name. He reaches behind her and pulls her up into a sitting position, still inside her, their hips moving in perfect rhythm, their breathing coming in quick bursts, as they continue to move as one.

Their lips meet in a frantic need to be closer to one another, their tongues seeking out the others in a desperate duel. Her nails dig into his back as his thrusts quicken, their lovemaking reaching an out of control pace. Finally she climaxes and tightens around him, drawing him over the edge with her. He falls against her, their bodies shuddering, their breaths coming in rapid bursts.

He rests his head against her still heaving chest, both of them trying to regain their composure. “Wow,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” she answers breathlessly.

“You’re amazing, Red,” he says as he kisses her damp forehead.

“I think it’s the bike.”

“The chrome beast strikes again.”

She’s just about to say something when she sees the blue flashing light coming around the corner. She falls against his chest in embarrassment, quickly reaching around to try and fix her dress.

The officer approaches them, his flashlight passing across the ground. Bo quickly places his foot down onto the ground, covering up her torn underwear. The officer, bemused and slightly embarrassed, apologizes, “Sorry Commissioner, someone called in saying they heard strange noises.”

Bo glances down; making sure that her dress and his t-shirt is adequately covering the evidence of what had just happened. He looked back up at the young officer, “That’s okay, officer. As you can see everything’s just fine.”

“Yep, nothing to worry about here,” she adds.

“Very well, sir. Carry on.”

“Oh we will,” he says with a smile.

She slaps him, “You are SO bad, Buchanan.”

“But I thought you liked bad.”

She leans in and kisses him, “Oh, you know I do.”

He leans down and picks up the piece of silk material from under his foot. He lifts them in between them, dangling them off the end of his finger, “Guess these are history.”

She smiles, “Yeah, but it was so worth the sacrifice.”

He helps her down off the bike, both of them quickly righting their clothing before making their way back to her house. Two hours later they are pulling into her driveway. He helps her off the bike and together they walk up to her door hand in hand. They pause on her front porch before both going inside to end their evening holding each other close, while they watch an old film.

He backs her against the door, pulling her tight against him, “And to think you thought this bike was dangerous.”

She leans in and kisses his neck, whispering in his ear, “It is…It so is.”