Mr. Fiancé(114)

"You're right. I don't. We'll have to remedy that, won't we? But I like the outfit,” Duncan says, wrapping his arms around me. It feels good, and my heart speeds up a bit in my chest. “Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know," I reply, looking over at his bike. "But that looks like a two-seater, and I was wondering, maybe you could teach me how to ride that thing?"

Duncan's grin is all the answer I need, and he takes me by the hand, leading me over to the bike, where he unlocks the seat and pulls out another helmet. "I keep an extra brain bucket in here, just in case," he tells me, looking sheepish as he hands it over. “Climb on, and be careful about the vibrations."

"The what?"

"I put a sport suspension in this thing," Duncan says as he climbs on, helping me on after him. It's a weird lift of the leg, but I manage it, and I find that in order to keep my balance, I have to lean against his back, and I naturally wrap my arms around him, enjoying the scent of his leather jacket. "Handles bumps well, but the engine vibrations can go right through the frame and up the seat. You can guess where they go next."

"So, you're telling me that the throttle won't be revving just the bike's engine while we ride?" I ask, leaning back to put on the helmet, which I find is just a bit big, but not too bad while Duncan laughs. “I bet you designed it to do this, didn't you?"

"Nope, but I'll try to keep it under control,” he says as he glances back.

I lean in and whisper in his ear. "Say that again."

"What?"

"Keep it under control. It's . . . sexy, coming from you."

Duncan looks back at me, his eyes twinkling, and pulls his helmet on. "I knew there was a reason I wanted to ask you out. Come on, let's go find some fun."

Duncan starts his bike, and I can feel exactly what he means, as even with my legs on the back pegs like Duncan points out, I can feel the power of the bike's engine rumbling between my legs. We ride off, Duncan taking it easy at first so that I can learn to adjust on the curves and turns, but I can sense that he really wants to unleash the bike's power, and I pull myself in tighter, holding onto the amazing torso that is in front of me.

I can't see much. Duncan's back and shoulders are so wide, so everything is caught in side glimpses that slide past too quickly to really do much more than hold on, but as we continue, I realize I'm becoming more and more turned on. Duncan's body in front of me, the throb of the engine between my legs, the smell of the rich leather of his jacket in front of me, but most of all, the knowledge that his strength is keeping us safe and secure. Even if he wants to rev the bike up to a hundred miles an hour, I feel safe holding onto him.

Duncan slows, and we pull off the road into a parking lot, and I see that we're at a miniature golf center, of all places. I can't help it. I laugh. "Fun?"

"Sure," Duncan says, taking my hand. He helps me off with my helmet, then helps me off the bike's saddle. My legs are a little shaky getting off, partly because of the throbbing itch between my thighs, and partly because I just wasn’t used to riding a bike. “Sorry."

"No," I get out, laughing again and leaning against him. "You warned me, and besides, it was one of the most fun rides I've ever had."

"I thought you hadn't ridden on a bike before."

"Wasn't talking about bikes," I purr, and Duncan stops, brushing the hair out of my eyes. "What?"

"You've shut me down for four months, except for some flirting, and now you're dialing it up to eleven."

I stop and look him in his eyes and put my arms around his waist. “Because I've seen you at your worst now, and you've been through hell, and yet . . . you still apologized for your behavior. You showed up tonight, and I half expected a depressed, down in the dumps guy who I'd have to spend the night comforting for his issues—if you showed up at all. Instead, you showed up with a smile and a wave, like you really want to spend time with me."

“Of course I do," Duncan says, stopping when I hug him tighter, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “That’s exactly why I’m here.”

"I know," I say softly, pulling his head down for another kiss. I didn't tell him, but the idea of kissing him has gotten more and more attractive to me since our shared kiss in the training room, and as our little pecks grow more and more, I pull him in, our tongues tasting each other, his hands so powerful on my back. Finally, I pull back. "Come on, let's go have some fun. It's been years since I played putt-putt."

We go inside, and I see that there's more than just golf, but a decent-sized arcade center, pizza, the whole nine. "Wow, and you've been here before?"