Rough Ride (11 page)

“I’m going to put on some music.  I think I figured out how to get it to play on the outside speakers by accident.  I thought you were leaving...” She said looking back at him as she went inside.

She came back out and sat down after she heard the music playing through the outside speakers of the camper. She heard him laugh softly as she sat down.  Looking at her he laughed a little harder and looked away.

“Motown’s greatest hits?” He laughed some more looking back at her.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” She asked

“It’s just not what I would have guessed.  I pictured Mozart or Beethoven to go along with your wine and strawberries.”  He laughed again and took another swig from his bottle and then offered it to her.

She laughed a little and grasped the bottle and took a drink.  As it went down she nearly choked and coughed a little after she finally got it down.

“That’s really strong” She choked out.

“Let me get a glass and I’ll pour you some.” He said.

After returning with the glass he filled it up halfway.  She was a little concerned with the amount since it was nearly twice what she usually drank of wine.

“You can’t sip this stuff; you kind of have to drink it down.  It’ll get stronger as it sits so you’ll not want to linger over it like you do your wine.” He said.

“Ok” She said grasping the glass and taking a drink.  She winced as she swallowed it down.  “I’m not sure I care for this, it’s a little
too
strong I think.”

“It’s just different, you have to at least finish what I gave you before you’ll appreciate the flavor” he said.

Taking the tissue out of her pocket she dabbed at her cut as she forced herself to finish what was in the glass.

“More?” He asked with a chuckle, after she finished doctoring up her cut and placed the empty glass a little too heavily on the small table he’d setup between the chairs.

“It’s still pretty strong… I don’t think so.” She said looking up at him.

Her face was flushed and he could tell she was already feeling it. 

“Sometimes it helps to mix it with soda.” He said pulling a can of cola out of the cooler next to the camper and opening it.  He filled the glass about a third of the way up with the liquor and then filled it the rest of the way with the cola.  “Here try that”

Taking the drink from his hand she tasted it.  “Actually, that is a lot better” she laughed.

Oh yea, she was feeling it.
  He watched as she relaxed back into her seat… gone was the prim and proper woman who sat up straight and wore pencil skirts.  Leaning forward he picked up her glass and handed it to her.

She took several big drinks and then sat it back down.  “Whew I’m not sure I should drink anymore, I feel tipsy already” she laughed.

“You don’t sound like it’s affecting you too much” He lied.

Leaning forward she picked up the glass and finished off the last half of it. 
Oh boy… this should be good.

“Tell me about you.  I already spilled my guts to you so now it’s your turn” She said and then giggled.

He could not hold back his smile.  She didn’t handle liquor well at all.  He’d always thought the upper class were a bunch of rich drunks.

“I’m thirty four; own my own business and I’m a Scorpio.” He said taking a swig from the bottle and watching her from the corner of his eye.

She giggled “No I mean… do you have family?  Or is Edna your only family?”

“Nah, just me and Gran… my mother, her daughter… bailed when I was a year old and the old Hag’s been riding me ever since.” He smiled.

“Ever been married… have any kids?” She asked

“No and No” He said taking another drink and handing her the bottle.  Surprisingly she took a drink and handed it back.

“Why do you say such naughty things to people?” she giggled and then broke out into more giggles.

“I only say naughty things to you.” He said with a grin.

“But why?  Sherri says women throw themselves at you without you ever having to flirt or ask them out or anything… so why not say those things to them?” she asked.

“I haven’t been with any women since you showed up in my office.  I’ll admit… some might have labeled me a man whore in the past, but that’s all changed.” He said

She laughed out loud and then giggled some more before getting control again.  He smiled… this was what he’d been after with the liquor.  The woman seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders sometimes and just once… for this night… with him… he wanted her to relax.

“Ok so my turn to ask some questions.” He said.  “Does it make you uncomfortable when I say naughty things to you?”

Knowing she was just drunk enough to be relaxed and completely honest but not drunk enough to be ill, he hoped he could get her to tell him if he even stood a chance with her.  It was hard to tell sometimes… though she responded to him when he’d kissed her she seemed to be holding back from him and he wanted to know why. 

“I don’t know… it makes me think of things I shouldn’t but I wouldn’t say it makes me uncomfortable.” She answered leaning her head back in her chair.  “You’re hard to take, you know that?”

“Hard to take?  What do you mean?” He asked.

“You know what you do and you’re
good
at it.  You said that you are just a man and had little self-control… well I’m just a woman and I usually have a lot of self-control but you… you push me.” She said her voice drifting off as she turned her face away from him.

“Push you?” He said

“Yes!  You get in my space… so close to me I just know you’re going to kiss me… and then you don’t… you just tease me.  You say things to me to make me have dirty thoughts and I’m not used to it…. So yea, you’re hard to take!” She said emphatically.

“It’s called foreplay.  Didn’t your husband say those kinds of things to you?” He asked

Her cheeks flamed but she answered “No, he wasn’t like that.  He was romantic… flowers, cards, gifts… that kind of thing.”

“So he was boring in bed then.” He laughed.

“No!  He was just gentle with me.  That’s all.  Can we talk about something else please?” She choked back an embarrassed laugh.

“You said you were angry at him the other night… and that he cheated on you.  Did you ever cheat on him?” He asked

“Of course not!  Sex isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be anyways… so why would I risk my marriage and the embarrassment of a scandal?” She asked in return.

There it was
… her response to him was
unfamiliar
not uncomfortable. 
Christ!
  Her husband must have been a real piece of work if he hadn’t done everything in his power to please this woman both in and out of the bedroom.  Instead he had left her sexually frustrated while he hooked up with someone else.  What an ass and an idiot! 

He’d been with a lot of women… more than he ever should have been when he’d been drinking heavily and partying all the time.  Then when he started his motorcycle business a few years ago he’d straightened up his act… for the most part. 

He’d not had a serious relationship since his early twenties so pleasing a woman outside the bedroom was a little foreign, but with a woman like Lilly it couldn’t be that hard.  She seemed easy enough to please.  As for pleasing her in the bedroom he’d love it if she’d let him try.

“Isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be?” He said “Did you enjoy having sex with him?”

“He was my husband!  I loved him… at least I tried to love him.  We just didn’t always see eye to eye.  I tried to please him as I’m sure, at least in the beginning, he tried to please me” She said defensively.

“Was he able to make you orgasm?” He asked

Shock made her turn to look at him.  Then after several seconds she blushed and looked away.  “I guess so… we were married for ten years.   It wasn’t his entire fault, I think I was just too hard to please… maybe he just got tired of trying.” She said quietly.

She was embarrassed that she’d let the liquor say things she’d never shared with anyone… not even Darren.  Maybe now that he knew she wasn’t as ‘hot’ as he thought she was, he’d stop saying things, and flirting with her.

“I should go in and check on Gretchen.” She said.

As she made her way past him and headed to the camper, she heard a motorcycle pulling into the campsite… looking over she saw Dickie pull up.  Bobby walked over to him but Lilly couldn’t hear what was said.

After checking on Gretchen, she sat down at the small table as Dickie and Bobby entered.

“You guys should take a ride; it’s a beautiful night… I’m going to turn in so I can get to the booth early.  I’ll be here with the squirt so no need to rush.”  Dickie said.

“You go on.  I think I’ll just stay here… check emails and then turn in myself.” She said to Bobby.

As she met his gaze, heat burned in his eyes.

“Come on this may be the only chance we get to take a night ride this whole weekend.” He said.

His voice was pleading but his eyes were demanding. 

“Ok…” She said

Grabbing her sweater she followed him out to his bike.  Not wanting the evening to end on such an awkward note, Lilly swung her leg over his motorcycle and sat in his seat.  He stopped and stared at her and then he grinned.  She grasped the handle bars and looked up at him.

Using a phrase she’d heard Tommy use towards Chuck she said “Get on the back bitch!” with a laugh.

His smile disappeared and a serious look took its place.  Once she had thought it was a scowl, but seeing the heat burning in his eyes she now understood the look.  He walked over to where she sat and kicked his leg over and sat down behind her.  Reaching his arms around her waist he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and pulled her legs wider apart.  Then he cupped her
there
with one hand pulling her back against him.

He removed his hand slowly and her whole body shuttered at the heat his touch had created in her.  He ran one hand up her stomach while his other hand pushed on her back until she was lying forward over the gas tank.  When she tried to remove her hands from the handle bars, he trapped them by placing his hands over hers.  Standing the bike up and pushing the kick stand up with his foot, he started it up.

Her heart was pounding.  This was entirely too erotic and anyone in the campsite could wonder by and see her face down on his bike with him behind her.  She sat up slowly and he rocked his hips up against her and she could feel his erection at the small of her back.

“Bobby…please… I’m…” she started.

Rocking his hips against her a little harder he leaned over and placing his mouth up against her ear and neck said “Be careful what you ask for Lilly.  If you play with fire, you better mean it… like I mean it… understand?”

Her mouth gaped open as heat seemed to consume her whole body until she thought she would explode from it.  Keeping her hands on the handle bars beneath his, he took off with her in the front.  They rode for quite a while until they came to a smaller town and Bobby pulled into a diner, parked and turned off the motor and put the kickstand down.

When she tried to move he grabbed her hips with both of his hands and forced her to be still.

“Giving you alcohol was a bad idea.  It’s time to sober you up before I do something we’ll both regret.  I hope you like coffee.” He said

“I’m not drunk… I was tipsy earlier but it wore off… I was trying to ease the tension between us.” She finished with a whisper.  “I shouldn’t have said what I did, it was inappropriate.”