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  Surprisingly, I keep myself together until he’s driving down the road. Once he is far enough away from Delilah’s house, I let the tears fall freely. When I get into my car, I don’t immediately leave. I sit there and cry into my steering wheel, letting out all the built-up anguish I’ve been bottling up inside all day today.

  If we love each other as strongly as I think we do, I know we’ll be just fine.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Lawson

  “Who are you and where the hell did Hard-Ass McCoy go?” Jimmy, one of my mechanics and best friends, asks.

  We’re all hanging out in the garage going over a new custom bike order we got this morning. As I was going over the sketch I drew up, my phone went off and flashed Emelyn’s name.

  Seeing her name on my phone always brings an instant smile to my face. If you would’ve told me two weeks ago that we’d be together and actually trying to make things work between us again, I would’ve told you that you had lost your fucking mind. But now, here we are, actually happy. It’s crazy, but I’m soaking up every single minute of it.

  I look over my phone towards Jimmy as a cocky grin spreads across my face. “Hard-Ass McCoy is still alive and kickin’, so I suggest ya go bust someone else’s balls, or go stand in line at the unemployment line.”

  Jimmy bends over and busts out laughing, slapping his thigh. “Ohh…ohhh…that was a good one, McCoy.”

  I’m glad this motherfucker finds this all so entertaining. What kind of place am I running here? My employees laugh at me, instead of kissing my goddamn boots and begging to keep their jobs? I work with a bunch of pain-in-the-ass jerkoffs. There’s no doubt about it.

  “You pansies can sit here until sundown working on this bike. How’s that sound? While I, on the other hand, get out of this garage and away from all y’all’s sweaty asses.”

  “Where the hell are you going?” Dallas asks, standing up and wiping the grease from his hands with a rag before tossing it onto his workstation.

  Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I lift my ball cap off my head, run my fingers through my hair, and give them another sly grin. “Goin’ to see my girl. I may bring her down here for a tour—but if I do, y’all better be on your best fuckin’ behavior. Got it?”

  I slip my hat back on my head and walk towards the large open doorway leading outside to the parking lot, leaving everyone in the garage in a state of shock. I can hear one of them mumble behind me, asking, “When the fuck did hell freeze over?”

  I knew bringing Emelyn here would be a shock to them all. We’ve worked together for a few years now. I’ve tried to keep the same guys, because we’re like a well-oiled machine when we all get to working on a project. I can trust every single one of them to treat this place like it’s their own and do everything in their power to make sure our customers are one hundred percent satisfied with their custom motorcycles.

  They know me better than anyone. At least, the ‘me’ I’ve been the last three years we’ve worked together. I’ve always made it clear I didn’t want to be set up by them—which they’ve tried more times than I can count. I let it be known I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I went out, hooked up, and went on with my life. That is all I wanted for my life, because no one was Emelyn.

  After the accident, I didn’t think I deserved happiness. I certainly didn’t deserve Emelyn. I thought that I had broken what we had together to the point of no repair. Since losing her, I’ve been a shell of the man I was. But since the wedding, I feel different. It’s because of her. Years of therapy only did so much for me. It was like putting a Band-Aid on a cut that needed stitches and being dumb enough to assume that it would heal all right on its own.

  I now know that what I really needed was closure with Emelyn about the accident and us. We have started to heal the way we should’ve to begin with, by dealing with the tragedy of the past and moving on so we could have a future together.

  We have a lot to still work out, but I’m just happy she’s even willing to do so. I know I don’t deserve her, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why she’d ever want to be with me after what I did to her before. But that’s another reason why I love her. She has the biggest heart of anyone I know. If she can forgive me, then I think it’s time I found a way to forgive myself.

  Rounding the corner of my building, I spot her car parked beside my bike. I don’t see her at first, because she isn’t sitting in her car, but then my eyes find her and those air-knocked-from-your-lungs and stomach-in-your-throat feelings hit me like a Mack truck.

  Even after all these years, she still sends my world spinning every time I see her.

  She’s wearing a blue sundress and cowgirl boots with her hair cascading down her back in loose curls. I immediately notice her hair is different. It’s darker again…like it was all those years ago. The blonde highlights that she had throughout her hair before are now all gone.

  Leaning against the side of my building, her body is beckoning me to come to it. Her dress fits her perfectly, accenting every curve of her perfect body, a body I spent my entire life swearing was created for the one purpose of driving me absolutely crazy.

  Her ass looks amazing as the skirt of the dress flows out around it. I find my hands starving to squeeze that ass as I bury my dick to the hilt inside of her. My cock aches to be inside her. Four years is a long, long time. We have a lot of years to make up for.

  My phone vibrating in my pocket jolts me out of my X-rated thoughts. I dig it out as I make my way over to her. Looking down at the screen, I see the text is from her. A smile immediately slices across my face as I open and read it.

  Emelyn:

  I’m here. Where r u? I’m beyond excited to finally see u!

  “Right here, darlin’. I’m pretty darn excited to see you too.”

  My voice coming from behind her startles her, causing the most adorable squeal to leave her lips.

  Dropping her phone into her purse, she spins around and jumps into my arms without warning. Laughing, I catch her and tighten my arms around her waist as her smiling lips collide with mine.

  I dig my fingers into the cotton fabric of her dress as I hold onto her with everything I have. She’s doing the same as her fingers slide along the back of my neck and her nails bite into my skin.

  There’s no possible way to describe what happens to my body every time I taste her lips on mine. I find myself wanting to savor each and every kiss she graces me with, because I thought I’d never experience this ever again.

  Taking a few steps, I bring her towards the brick building, pinning her body against it as I deepen our kiss. Her mouth eagerly parts and her tongue dances behind her lips in anticipation of mine entering her mouth. Groaning against her, I tilt my head and slip my tongue in, tangling it with hers.

  She lets out the sexiest moan as our tongues dance together, tasting and teasing one another as we allow ourselves to get lost in the moment, not letting the outside world put a damper on this kiss.

  Finally, I allow my self-control to kick in and I slow down our kiss. I run my tongue slowly over her bottom lip before playfully nipping at it. A slight giggle escapes her as she gives my neck a gentle squeeze.

  Breaking away from her lips, I inhale deeply and blow it out through tightly pressed lips that are curled up in the corners in a sly grin.

  Her cheeks are flushed, and her powder blue eyes are dilated and burning with desire as they take me in.

  “Well, now that was quite the hello kiss,” I tease as I set her feet back onto the ground.

  Her hands slide down my back and come to rest in the back pockets of my jeans. She playfully tugs on me, causing my semi-hard erection to poke her in the belly.

  Gazing up at me through long lashes and seductively biting on her bottom lip, where I just nibbled moments ago, she makes my heart rate triple in my chest within seconds and causes my brain to go haywire momentarily as the reality of this really sinks in.

  This is really happening.

&nbs
p; She’s here right now with me.

  “I don’t think there’s any other way to properly say hello to you now, is there? Especially after almost a week apart. I hated that you had to leave right after we reconnected. I hate that we lost so many years together. I want to try and make up for that time we can never get back.”

  Cupping her face in my hands, I find myself feeling a sense of familiarity between us. It’s been so long, but at the same time, it feels as if it was only yesterday we were two crazy teenagers madly in love.

  Her face fits perfectly in between my hands. It’s as if God created her specifically with me in mind. Emelyn has always gone on and on about soul mates, and I always laughed it off. But after seeing what we’ve gone through and how we’ve somehow come back together, when the idea of this ever happening again seemed impossible…I now think maybe—just maybe—soul mates do exist.

  “I, for one, ain’t complainin’, baby.” With a quick peck to her lips, I force myself to step back, putting some space between us before we end up fucking right here on the side of the street. I don’t want our first official day back together to end with us in handcuffs.

  Taking her hand, I lead her towards the garage. I promised her a full tour as soon as she got to town.

  Walking beside me, she squeezes my hand a little tighter as she looks up towards the sky, taking in the large sign hanging outside the shop.

  “I still cannot believe you own your own business. And a super successful one at that!” Turning her attention to me, she asks with a hint of amazement and wonder in her voice, “Is it true you’ve met Brantley Gilbert?”

  Laughing, I rub my hands over my scruff before leading her inside the garage through the large opening, thanks to the doors still all being open to our bays. “That is true. Along with a ton of other celebrities that would make your tongue tie faster than trying to say one of those stupid tongue twisters you and Delilah use to try all the time when we were little.”

  Her eyes widen as my words sink in. “Holy crap, Lawson. That’s insane. How the hell do you manage to function in front of them?”

  Shrugging, I tell her honestly, “Sometimes, I get a little star struck, but the key to my success is I try to treat them all as I would anyone else who’d stroll into my shop off of the street. Giving them their dream bike is my only priority.”

  Patting my chest affectionately, she beams up at me with the sexiest all-teeth smile. “This is all so crazy and too cool. Delilah has mentioned from time to time the success you’ve been having—but we’ve never gone into full detail, seeing as we tried to keep the topic of you to a minimum.” Sensing my body growing rigid due to her words, her smile drops slightly as a look of worry darkens her eyes. “Anyways, I’m proud of you. You’ve accomplished so much and show no signs of slowing down. It really is amazing.”

  I stop walking and pull her into me as I wrap our entwined hands behind her back. Bringing my forehead down to hers, I whisper, “Thank you.” They’re two simple syllables, but they speak a thousand unspoken words between us.

  I could spend forever thanking her for caring about me enough to love me for my faults, my mistakes, my accomplishments…and simply loving me the way only she can.

  We spend only a few minutes at the shop. I show her around and introduce her to my crew. In my office, I have photos hanging on the wall of my other shops across the country, along with photos of me with some of my biggest A-list clientele. I’ve never felt more proud of what I’ve accomplished than I do tonight. I may have hit a rough patch in my life after the accident, but I worked my ass off to turn my life around and be a man she’d be proud of. To see with my own eyes for the first time exactly that, there’s no words to describe how it feels.

  As we walk back out of the garage, I lead her towards my bike. A look of surprise and wonder flashes across her face as I pull her over to my custom-made Harley.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she asks with a slight panic in her voice.

  I flash her a devilish grin as I snatch up my helmet, slip it on my head, and hand her the spare I grabbed earlier before she got here. “We’re going for a ride.”

  “The hell we are! You couldn’t pay me to get on this death trap you like to call a motorcycle.”

  Ignoring her, I climb onto my bike and balance it, with my feet pressed firmly against the asphalt. “I promise to go slow. Please?”

  Yes. This is me resorting to begging. It doesn’t happen—ever. But for her, I’m making an exception. I love riding my bike. It’s the one and only time I feel truly alive…

  Well, actually, now I can add fucking Emelyn to the list of things I love to do that makes me feel alive.

  Rolling her eyes, she lets out a frustrated sigh and slips the helmet over her head. She glances down at her outfit before bringing her big blue eyes back up to me. “Am I even able to ride that thing…in this?” she asks as she waves her hands dramatically at her dress.

  “Yes, you can. It’ll make fucking you on this bike a hell of lot easier.”

  “Say what now?”

  “You heard me, baby. Now get on.”

  She hesitantly slides onto the bike behind me. Her thighs come to rest on either side of my body and her arms lock tightly around my waist.

  “Remember to breathe. I don’t want you passing out on me. And if you could not break my ribs…it’ll be hard to enjoy sex with a cracked ribcage.” I love teasing her. I feel her hands relax slightly, but she’s still holding onto me pretty tightly.

  “Sorry. You promise to go slow?”

  “Promise.” I pat her hand reassuring her, and then with the heel of my boot I kick up the kickstand and let the motorcycle roar to life. Emelyn shrieks with surprise as the bike rumbles beneath us.

  I get hard just thinking about the bike humming beneath her sweet pussy as I take off down the road.

  The sun is setting as we pull off onto a dirt road. Turning the headlight on, I slow down the bike and drive a few more minutes until we get to the place I’ve been dreaming about bringing her all week. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never fucked a chick on my bike. I’ve done some pretty crazy shit the last few years. But I want Emelyn to be the last girl to ever ride this bike and to ever ride my dick on it.

  Parking the bike, I toe the kickstand back down and get to work removing my helmet. I toss it into the grass and feel Emelyn behind me doing the same.

  As soon as I see her helmet land next to mine, her voice comes softly in my ear with warm breath, caressing it as her hands begin to find their way under my t-shirt.

  “That was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. But I gotta say I’m far more excited to ride you on this bike—especially after feeling your body pressed against mine for the last twenty minutes and this motorcycle teasing my clit the entire time. I think I’m going to break our record for fastest orgasm.”

  She had me at riding me.

  “Come here, baby,” I say, taking her hands out from under my shirt and tugging on them, beckoning her to climb off of the bike and come around to the front.

  The sun has disappeared now, and the stars have started to decorate the sky above us, setting the perfect mood.

  Her hands are shaking slightly as she steadies herself on my shoulders and she climbs off of the back. I scoot backward, giving her room in front of me, and get to work undoing my belt.

  “Let me.” Resting her hands over mine, she stops me before taking over, and in record time, she frees my dick, which is hard and ready for her.

  She’s straddling me, with her body resting on the leather seat as my hands travel under her dress. I suck in a sharp breath between clenched teeth as my fingers work their way up the inside of her thighs and discover there’s nothing between her flesh and my fingers.

  “Fuck…you trying to kill me?”

  “Surprise.” A seductive smirk plays on her lips as my fingers slide slowly over her wet lips and find her clit eager to be pleased.

  I couldn’t have planned tonight any bett
er.

  Me, commando. Her, in a dress. And to my surprise…no panties. It’s the perfect combination.

  Low moans fill the air as she grinds her hips against my fingers and I rub circles against her mound. I feel her nails breaking through the skin as they drag up my back beneath my shirt. “God…Lawson.” She moans as the fingers of my other hand finds her core and slip in torturously slow. I slide them in and out, finding her G-spot, and increase my pace as her lips suddenly find mine. Her kiss is hot, passionate, and desperate.

  Her teeth find my bottom lip, and I swear to all that is holy I almost relived our first time fooling around, when I came in my fucking pants by the slightest stroke of her hand through my jeans.

  Without warning, I pull my fingers out from inside her, grab her hips, lift her slightly into the air as I shift my body, lining the head of my dick with her entrance, and slam her down onto me.