Sean's body tensed, and I looked up to find that a few of the bikers in front of us had started braking, readying themselves to turn into the smokehouse that was just a few hundred feet ahead.
My ass gave a relieved thrum as I thought about standing up, but my vagina, which happened to like exactly where it happened to be at that moment in time, wasn't feeling the same tingly emotion.
It was upset. And I was, too.
I didn't want to get off the bike, because doing that meant I could no longer press my body against Sean's without looking like a complete and utter weirdo.
Sean braked a little harder, and I tightened my hands around his waist, holding on and leaning with his body while he took the turn into the parking lot.
I watched the ground pass us by, enraptured by the idea of nothing surrounding me.
Sean's body wiggled, and I held on even tighter as he came to a stop not at the front of the lot like some of the first ones in, but at the back.
He backed in, just like he always did, and made me smile into his leather vest.
"Shut up," he rumbled the moment he'd kicked down the stand and shut the bike off.
I grinned huge as I reached for my helmet, pulling it off of my head and saying a quick thank you to whoever had designed it. My helmet was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and I couldn't believe that Sean had picked it out for me, all by himself.
"Legs Jell-O?" someone asked from beside me.
I turned to find Imogen and Aaron pulling into a parking spot directly next to ours.
"Yes," I said to Imogen. "I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't support my weight if I tried to stand right now."
Imogen reached her arms up high over her head, and Aaron chose that moment to drop down and blow a raspberry on her exposed belly.
Imogen laughed and brought her elbows down to protect herself, but only succeeded in elbowing Aaron in the neck, causing him to whine.
"Oww!" he fake cried.
I rolled my eyes and went to step forward, only for my leg to go out from beneath me.
Lucky for me, Sean was there to catch me. And catch me he did.
Then he went even further and pulled me straight into his arms.
I stayed there for a few long seconds, basking in the feel of his arms around my shoulders, before turning slightly in his arms to look up at him.
"This isn't a good idea," I told him. "I'm the queen of bad ideas."
His grin was wicked.
"If you're the queen, I'm the king."
And that was that.
He turned me in his arms, looped one arm around my waist to help me, and then started strolling with me to the front door of the smokehouse.
And it really was a smokehouse.
"Wow!" I hesitated, looking around at the huge room that was in front of us.
It was nothing but display cases. The food in the display cases was in order. Alligator. Antelope. Chicken. Elk. Moose. Pork. Venison.
And that was only a fraction of what was there. There were literally hundreds of different types of meats.
"Can you eat here?" I questioned, my eyes taking in all the display cases.
"I think so," he said, sounding unsure. "But I'm only looking for a bathroom."
I looked at him. "You need to go to the bathroom?"
He looked at me.
"No. But I know when you are on shift for more than three hours, you change your bag. So I'm finding you a bathroom so that you can do that."
He really was a lot more comfortable with the fact that I had a colostomy than I was, that was for sure.
He didn't seem weirded out about it in the least, and I actually found that quite sexy.
I was also appreciative.
"I think it's back there," someone said from behind us.
I turned to find a large biker standing there. His eyes were on me, and he was staring at me like he'd seen a ghost.
"Thanks," I said, smiling at the big man. "I appreciate it."
With that, I squeezed Sean's hand, shouldered my bag more comfortably across my shoulders, and headed in the direction the man had pointed.
Unlucky for me, there was only one bathroom for the women, and one for the men, so I had to wait for a few minutes while the woman ahead of me finished.
And in that time, the big biker who'd directed me to the bathroom showed up at my back.
"Did you enjoy the ride?"
I tried not to flinch at the smell of alcohol that wafted off of the man.
"Yes," I said, bidding the door to open faster. "I did, thank you."
Why was there only one women's bathroom? For real, this was ridiculous.
There was now a line at my back, and the majority of them were women.
This would be fun … not.
"You have the prettiest blonde hair," the man said at my back. "Do you mind if I touch it?"