Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

After a five-minute lesson on motorcycles and where to put her feet, how to hold onto him, and lean with him, King deemed her ready to ride.

As instructed the day before, Jayne had worn a close-fitting long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and her cowboy boots. He looked her over and then helped her put on a leather jacket that hung on the handlebar of his motorcycle. It was a few sizes too big, and smelled of a flowery perfume mixed with the leather.

“Belong to an old girlfriend?” she asked before thinking about how the question would sound.

King smiled at her as he shook his head. “Not exactly. It belonged to the old lady of one of the members. She died a couple years ago, but he’s never been able to get rid of her stuff. When he found out we were going for a ride today, he gave it to me so you would be protected.”

“I’m sorry,” Jayne said, not sure if the apology was for him, or for the biker who had lost his wife.

King gave her a wink and then pulled a shiny black helmet over her head. It was close fitting, and muffled all sound. It protected her entire head and neck.

She watched as he pulled on a half-shell helmet and then climb onto his bike. He then held out a hand and helped her climb on behind him. After pulling her arms around him so she was pressed tight against his back from helmet to pussy, he started the engine. She held tight, every muscle in her body stiff with fear of a repeat of that ride she’d had back in college.

King backed the bike up and then pulled out and slowly rode across the parking lot. Instead of turning right and heading directly to Morehead City and the beach, he turned left and headed into town.

He drove conservatively, at least from her experience watching bikers when she was in her car. He continued through a neighborhood, giving her experience with turns and stops. Only after she took a deep breath and her body relaxed more fully against his but without clutching at him in total fear, did he work his way back to the highway. When the light turned green, he turned the motorcycle toward the beach.

Conversation between them was impossible due to the wind and the loud engine noises, but Jayne did not mind. She watched the world fly by and enjoyed the wind that seemed to blow through them and carried away all her cares and worries.

The motorcycle thrumming between her legs acted like a giant vibrator, arousing passions she had not felt in longer than she cared to admit.

By the time he slowed and pulled into the parking lot at the Fort Macon beach access, Jayne’s arousal had grown almost painful. She did not remember having this reaction to her other motorcycle ride. Maybe because she was too scared to feel turned on.

But now, all she wanted was to go home and use her toys to ease the ache that had taken up residence between her legs.

She just wasn’t sure how to cut the date short without hurting King’s feelings. Because she was coming to believe that he was the perfect man, no matter how many years older she was. She had a feeling he would bring out her adventurous side, the one she had been pushing down for too many years.

King rolled the bike into a parking space at the base of the stairs to the walkway that led out onto the beach. After turning off the engine, he sat for a moment, wondering if he could get away with stripping down on the beach and throwing himself into the ocean. It had been so long since a woman had ridden behind him that he forgot how turned on he could get. Or maybe it wasn’t that it was any woman, but that it was Jayne. He wondered how offended she would be if they left the state park and found a hotel room somewhere down the island, but shook his head.

No. This was their first date and if he wanted a second, third and more, which he absolutely did, he would treat her like a lady, and not like one of the sweet butts that hung around the clubhouse at night and on weekends.

He dismounted and then helped Jayne off. He helped her remove her helmet and hung them both from the handlebars. Taking her hand, he led her to the stairs.

“So, what did you think?” he asked as he looked down at her.

She met his gaze with a smile so big he grinned in return. “I loved it. It was amazing. It feels like everything negative was blown out of me.”

King could not help but grin. “I know that feeling. It’s great, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah. Come on,” Jayne said, starting up the stairs and pulling him behind her. “I can’t wait to see the ocean again. It’s been too long since I’ve been here.”

King followed easily, glad the day was sunny, but the temperatures had dropped as eastern North Carolina had its three weeks of comfortable daytime temperatures in the seventies. This was his favorite time of year, not too hot, not too cold, low humidities, and no rain. Perfect for riding every day.

Walking out under the gazebo that overlooked the beach, he took a deep breath as he looked out over the Atlantic Ocean. A glance at the beach showed him that they had the expansive state park beachfront to themselves.

“Want to go down to the water?” he asked, willing to take off his boots and socks, and roll up his jeans, if that made her happy.

“Could we?”

“Absolutely,” King said, sitting on a bench.

It only took a couple minutes before they were walking down the ramp out onto the beach. The breeze was blowing and made him happy they kept their jackets on, even as the beach sand warmed their feet.

They walked and talked, picking up stones and shells as they made their way up the beach to the point near the historic fort. Sitting on the big rocks that made a jetty, they continued talking until Jayne’s stomach rumbled loud enough to be heard over the breeze and waves.

“Sounds like it’s time to head back,” King said, standing up and jumping from the jetty to the sand.

Jayne took a deep breath and sighed as she pushed to her feet. “I suppose.”

They were quiet on the walk back, holding hands and kicking sand, enjoying the breeze and the sound of the waves as they rolled onto the beach. King felt the muscles he had not realized were knotted up across his shoulders loose and relax. They rinsed their sand-covered feet then sat on a bench as they dried. Once their socks, and boots were back on and jeans rolled back down, King led the way back to the bike.

“Seafood for lunch? Or would you prefer something else?”

“Seafood, of course. You can’t come to the beach without eating seafood,” Jayne said with a smirk.

“My thought exactly,” King said, “But I wanted to give you a choice, just in case.”

Helping Jayne put on her helmet and then dawning his own, they climbed on and headed back across the bridge and into Morehead City. He drove to his favorite restaurant, not surprised that there was plenty of parking. During the week in late October was the perfect time to come to the beach. Still warm enough to be comfortable walking around outside, but the crowds had dwindled now that school was back in session.

King was amazed at how well they got along, not only with how they saw the world, but with books and movies preferences and just about everything else. The fact that she was older did not seem to matter. He had a feeling that if they were to sign up for an online dating site, they would be matched in a minute.

The only disagreement came over who was paying for lunch.

When she pulled out her wallet, he frowned at her. “I asked you out, you don’t pay.”

“But…” She blinked and looked at him, a sweet, confused expression on her face. Obviously, the men in her past were assholes who either required her to pay half or all of the meal tab.

“Put it away, sweetheart,” he said gently as he laid enough cash in the folder to cover the bill with a healthy tip.

She slid her wallet away before saying, “Then you’ll have to come over and I’ll cook dinner for you one night.”

He grinned as he stood and reached for her hand. “I’d like that.”

When they were back at the motorcycle, he pulled her close and kissed her. It only took her a moment before she was kissing him back. Again, he had to fight the need to find somewhere private to lay her out and make her his own.

But that would have to wait until their second.

Then he wondered how soon he could take her out again.

He waited until they were back at the dealership, standing beside her car before he brushed a kiss on her forehead and asked, “What would it take to get you to go out with me again?”

The End