39. Graces First Ride

Chapter 39

Grace's First Ride

S abre

Kelly was standing behind the couch, bouncing JR in her arms, listening to Grace ramble.

"The bottles are on the rack. The formula is in the cabinet next to the microwave. I wrote all of our phone numbers down and left them on the refrigerator. If you need something, you call me first. I don't care what it is. I'll have my phone on."

"Mama, she's babysat JR before. It'll be fine," I attempted to intervene.

Wrong move. Grace turned to me, fire building in her eyes. "I've always been nearby, and we're leaving the clubhouse. What if he needs me?" She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot at me. The fire hadn't smoldered, and I was sure that she would have burned me alive for even suggesting a thing. If I made one more wrong move, she'd let her inner mama bear loose, and I'd be sleeping on the couch for a week.

I walked over to Grace and placed my hands on her cheeks. "JR will be fine. He won't even know you're missing for a few hours, and the clubhouse will be full of people for Kelly to call."

"I am his mother. He needs me." Her eyes watered and her lips quivered.

"Yeah, and my di…I need you, too." I was lucky. I'd caught that before it had slipped out. It was one thing to be crude with Grace. She'd laugh it off and give it right back to me. Kelly was a different story.

Kelly haunted me. I didn't feel guilty over the blowjob. I had been a free man, and we had both been willing participants that night. Once Grace had heard about it, nobody had ever mentioned it again. Like we had said, it was a speed bump during a time when we hadn't been together. However, every time I looked at Kelly, I couldn't help but think what an asshole I'd been to her. She hadn't deserved to be treated like trash, and I knew I wasn't the only one who had. She'd had enough of the emotional abuse and had sworn off men. Kelly only came to the clubhouse to visit Grace and JR, not as a hang-around.

Kelly placed JR in his bouncer in the living room and walked towards us. She hugged Grace from behind and then ushered us towards the front door. Grace tried to turn around, but Kelly's momentum didn't give her the option to dig her feet in. "Peanut and I are fine. We're going to watch reality TV, and I'll give him his next bottle in a few hours."

Grace tried again to stop. "Promise me…"

"If I need anyone, call Wreck first, since he always answers. If he doesn't, call Count next, because he'll answer for me. Forget them and call Scrub, if I think it's something medical. Don't call Grizz or Meredith unless it's a last resort, and don't tell them that."

I opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. Grace was right behind me, but she was trying to stop the inevitable. I had visions of her gripping the door frame and holding on for dear life. She didn't have a choice, and when she hit the threshold, Kelly smiled and hugged her again.

"Seriously! You're like the older sister I never had. I won't let anything happen to Peanut. Enjoy your night!" She closed the door in our faces, and we heard the lock turn.

"Remind me why I like her," Grace said, huffing at me.

I wrapped my arm around Grace's shoulder and tucked her into my chest. "It would be a crime to waste this." I ran my finger underneath the jacket, over her shoulder, and down to the curve of her breast. "A fucking shame."

She ignored me. Pulling away, she turned back towards the front door and tried to open it.

"Didn't you hear the lock turn?" I asked, smiling .

"Yes, but I was hoping it was just a figment of my imagination." She sighed and yelled at the door. "Fine! We're leaving."

We heard, "Good," muffled through the door.

I laughed as Grace wrapped her arm around my waist, still huffing and puffing. She was more upset about being man-handled out the front door than anything else. Steering her down the porch steps towards the dirt path that led to the clubhouse, I looped my arm around her shoulders. We reached the front of the clubhouse, and as I made the turn toward my bike, Grace stopped.

She plastered herself along the side wall, hands flung out to her sides. Grace was breathing hard, and I had to remind myself to focus on her face as she turned left and right, trying to see who else was outside. Her breasts bounced with each labored breath in the corset, and I didn't think she'd humor me. I was a man, comfortable knowing that she was mine.

"What are they doing out there?" she questioned me, her cheeks bright red.

"Are you embarrassed?" I asked her.

"No," she answered, but her cheeks were redder against her pale skin.

"They're probably waiting for us so that they can watch you mount my bike for the first time. With the bet, they're just trying to have a little fun."

"At my expense, Sabre. Look at me." She opened the jacket. "I look hot, and I'd like to maintain this level of hotness. What if I miss the pedal, and I go flying over the seat?"

I laughed so hard I couldn't catch my breath. I had to grab my knees and double over before I passed out. Looking up at her, I found she was still standing there, holding the jacket wide open. The corset pushed her breasts up, but slimmed out the curves in her waist and hips. The jeans molded to her legs, like a second skin. She was sexy without even trying. If I died right now, I'd go out a very happy man. "Mama, you're going to be lucky if you make it to dinner."

She searched my face, and when she found what she was looking for, she let the flaps of the jacket go and walked around the corner. I had to give it to the brothers on the porch. They didn't catcall her, even though they probably wanted to .

When I turned the corner, I watched as they all averted their eyes. She was smoking, but she was mine, and everyone on that porch knew it. She didn't pay them attention as she walked over to my bike at the front of the line and waited.

"Anyone else trying to not say something? Just me?" I heard.

"Nah, she's a smoke show, but I won't be any good later for the ladies if I get my ass beat."

"Like any lady is going to want you."

"They won't want me if my dick doesn't work."

I chuckled to myself and walked over to my bike. I'd taken her to buy a helmet earlier in the week, but this was the first time she would actually ride on the back of my bike.

"Wave to your adoring fans," I said, trying to lighten the mood as I buttoned her jacket closed. No one needed to see her like that but me. I didn't know how I was going to get through dinner, but I wouldn't dampen her confidence. I could defend us if some asshole acted inappropriately. Most of them saw the club cut and thought better of it.

"I heard they invited all the women they could think of for tonight. They just want to listen in to their president getting his freak on."

I bent so that my lips were near her ear. "Only with you. That's assuming we make it through dinner."

"Why have dinner, when you can eat dessert first?" she whispered.

I grabbed the helmet off the passenger seat and handed it to her. Waiting for her to get it on her head, I made sure that the straps were tight enough.

"Put your foot on the pedal and swing your leg to the other side. You can use my shoulder to steady yourself. You got this, mama." I put my helmet on and mounted my bike. Making sure the bike was steady, I held out my hand for her.

She ignored me and held onto my shoulder. I didn't see her pop her leg over, but I felt it as she sat down behind me. "You alright?" I asked her through the helmets.

"Yes," she said. "What do I do with my hands? "

I reached behind me, and she placed her hands in mine. Wrapping them around my stomach, I felt her breasts hit the square of my back. This was going to be agonizing torture. "You leave them here and don't let them stray."

"I can't wander south of the border?" she laughed.

"JR needs his parents. You do that shit when we stop."

"Yes, Daddy." She was still laughing at me. I could feel my dick hardening behind the zipper of my jeans. Trying to adjust, I knew I didn't play it cool when the brothers started cackling like old women. They saw through the act. I was hard as fuck.

Walking the bike backwards, I waited until I cleared the line before I headed for the gate. This was going to be a long ride.

***

When I had visited her before JR was born, I had taken her to fancy restaurants, but most of the time, we had grabbed something and headed towards the beach. I figured she'd enjoy the same type of date, and I'd checked the beach's website. They were supposed to have food trucks in the parking lot. I pulled in, and we walked among the rows, picking out random food to make a hodgepodge dinner. It was perfect. Grace's smile fell.

Grace thought nothing of it, but when she removed her jacket, every man in the vicinity turned in her direction. I didn't blame them, but they'd never have a chance with her. Several wives made comments, leading to marital disputes. When the men caught my eye, they quickly lowered theirs. She was my woman, and she didn't have eyes for anyone but me. It was the only thought that kept me cool.

We sat, watching the waves crash in and the seagulls dive for any scraps they could find. I was looking out into the waves when I felt before I saw Grace climbing into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close.

"I am ready for dessert," she said .

"Huh?" I was confused, my arms wound around her, holding her tightly to me.

"We need to get out of here." She kissed me. "If we stay, we're going to end up in jail for indecent exposure. Everyone's watching, so they'll find us."

"I've been hard since we left the clubhouse." I laughed. "They're already going to know, and this doesn't help," I said, pushing up against her so that she could feel what she had done to me.

"We will not make it to the clubhouse. Is there somewhere close?" She rubbed against me. I wasn't sure if it looked innocent, but I let out a slight groan.

I didn't let her finish that thought. It was time to go.

***

I drove to a hidden clearing among the trees. It was far enough off the road that no one would see the bike. Grizz and I had thoroughly tested this spot over the years. We'd get the girls to follow our bikes here.

Parking the bike, I made sure it was steady before I helped Grace stand. Removing our helmets, I laid them on the ground. "Perch up here and spread your legs," I told her, sliding back in my seat to give her a little room.

She looked at the bike, then at me, her confusion clear in the wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"It's alright. Hold tight," I told her, pulling her towards me and lifting her just enough for her to swing her leg over. I held her a little longer as she found her perch, following my instructions.

"You're the only woman I've ever put on the back of my bike. You going to let me fuck you out here and fulfill my fantasy?" My breath was coming out in pants, as I tried to control my racing heart and keep my dick in my pants in case she said no .

She took off her jacket in silence and laid it over our helmets. Leaning behind her, she placed her arms over the handlebars and arched her back. The corset barely confined her breasts.

A moan escaped my lips. I ran my finger through her cleavage until I reached the bottom of the corset. "Is this going to slide for me?" Tucking my fingers underneath, I used both hands to pull it. It gave way to the pressure, releasing her breasts. I tried to lean over her, but I wasn't able to reach where I wanted. Gripping her waist, I helped her up, and placed her in my lap, so that the seam of her jeans rode the length of my dick. Rocking her hips against me, she only made me ache for her.

Bending down, I suckled at her nipple.

"Fuck me," she sighed in frustration. "Fuck me, right here."

"Not until I've had dessert." I took my time worshipping her. "I've made you come like this before. Think I can do it again?" I asked her, licking and sucking around her left breast.

"This isn't a challenge. You've already won," she moaned. She gripped the back of my head and tried to hold me tighter to her. I refused to be controlled. This was my fantasy. When it was her turn, I'd play the dutiful Old Man, and she could have her way with me.

I bit her nipple, and she moaned as I licked across the valley to her right breast. I took my time, savoring the taste of her, until she couldn't handle any more. The last couple of passes, she'd ridden my dick through my pants, and if I wasn't careful, I'd end up coming too early.

"Lay back." I unzipped her pants and shimmied them until they reached her calves. Putting her legs around my neck, I found her soaked, and I shoved two fingers deep within her. "Don't fall off the bike," I told her, smirking.

She took one hand off the handlebar and wrapped it around her breast, squeezing it and circling the nipple. "If you don't make me come soon, I'll just do it myself."

"You want my dick too badly." Raising my hips from the seat, I unzipped my pants and pulled them down far enough for my dick to spring free. Pumping my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, I grabbed my dick and smacked it against her. Wiping my pre-cum on her mound, I watched my fingers fuck her. It didn't take long before my dick wanted to be where my fingers were.

She was wet enough that I slid home in one smooth stroke, and we both hissed at the friction. Pushing in, I wanted to make sure she would feel me everywhere. Not the men on the beach, but me. Scratching the backs of her legs lightly, I placed my hands on her hips and pistoned myself within her. I lost myself in her heat, her sounds, and when I gazed into her eyes, they burned only for me.

Using her hips for leverage, I pumped in and out of her. It was fun to know that a woman enjoyed what you were doing to her, but there was something about Grace. I wanted every noise from her lips, her body arching because she couldn't control herself. I wouldn't stop until she melted against my bike.

Rubbing her clit, I could feel her gripping me tightly from the inside. "That's it, mama. Take me with you," I told her.

"Drew," she moaned.

"Yeah, mama. That's who's fucking you."

I watched as she held on to both handlebars and arched her back again as she tried to push her hips further into me. I picked up the pace and slammed my dick into her repeatedly. She wouldn't last long, and I needed her to make me come. "Grip me. There you go," I praised her.

Her head tilted back and forth, and I watched as her grip tightened, her knuckles turning white.

"Drew," she moaned, and I felt her tighten the inner walls of her pussy.

I raised my hips from the seat on my bike and pushed harder and faster into her until I felt her break. She screamed my name into the clearance of the trees. With one last groan, I emptied into her, falling forward until my head lay on her stomach. I didn't know how long we laid there, but I picked her up and held her against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

"We have a bet to win, and I can't feel my legs. How are you going to handle round two?" she asked.

I traced the curve of her breast. "It's twenty minutes back to the clubhouse. With you pressed against me, it won't be a problem."

Her hand dropped from my chest to my dick as she cupped me. "You'll be the one screaming."

***