Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(18)

Seth nodded. “Not a problem. I’ll give you the quick tutorial but you’ll see that it’s not that big a deal. I’ll take good care of you.”

Jayne bit her lip and felt heat creep into her cheeks as she thought of having her body wrapped around him in a slightly different way. Her pussy clenched with a wave of longing as she imagined how he could take good care of her.

Grace took the folded chair from her that she’d forgotten she was holding and winked as she nudged her to follow Seth. “Have a good time and don’t worry. He’ll take good care of you.”

Jayne smiled at the gentle reassurance she saw in Grace’s eyes. She might be an unrepentant matchmaker, but Jayne knew Grace genuinely cared about her happiness and safety.



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Seth led Jayne over to his Harley Softail and caught the uncertain look in her eyes as she gazed at the bike. Experience was the best teacher, so he figured the best thing to do was give her the basics quickly and get on the road before she had a chance to overthink it and become fearful.

He removed the extra helmet that Grace had asked him to bring, sparing a kind thought for that little matchmaker, and held it out to Jayne. “Pull your hair back and slip that on.”

“Will I be okay in these shorts? Aren’t I supposed to be wearing boots and jeans or something like that?” She pointed at his raggedy jeans and shitkickers.

Seth shook his head. “We’re not going to be on the road for that long. If you were my girlfriend I’d have an easy solution for that but…you’ll be okay as long as you keep the soles of your shoes on the foot rests and away from the exhaust pipes, which are going to get hot.”

“I feel silly with this big thing on my head,” she said as she pulled the helmet on.

“You look safe, though. That’s the important thing. It does feel funny if you’ve never worn one before but you look fine.” You look beautiful, staring at me with those soulful eyes. I should’ve asked you for that ride yesterday. “You don’t have to lean with me when I turn, just look the direction we’re turning in and I’ll handle the rest. One more thing.” He looked at her long reddish-brown hair flowing in the sudden breeze.

“What’s that?” she asked as she fiddled with the visor.

“Your hair is going to get windblown on the way to the ranch. Do you mind if I fix it so that it’s not a mass of knots by the time we get you there?”

“Umm…Sure,” she replied, looking uncertain.

Moving behind her, Seth scooped up the thick, silken mass of her wavy hair and began twisting it into a long rope. “This is beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than her. He’d been right the day before. With the sun shining on it, the deep natural red in her long brown hair was brilliant.

“What? I didn’t hear you. I had the visor closed.”

Leaning so he could look over her shoulder, Seth smiled and said, “I just commented on your hair. It’s beautiful.”

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and she offered him a small smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s so long, you would break it trying to brush out all the knots if we didn’t do this,” he added as he continued twisting it until the rope coiled up around itself into a knot. “This is going to feel weird but it’ll keep your hair safe. Hold still. See? Justin is doing the same thing for Charity.”

She looked over to where Justin and Charity Connors and Eli Wolf were preparing to get on their motorcycles and ride out to the ranch as well. Rachel kissed her husband good-bye after loading baby Levi into his car seat in her Tundra. Justin was doing the very same thing for Charity’s long, golden-blonde hair.

Seth took the knot and gently pushed it up into the back of her helmet, being careful to not pull the hair from her scalp. Once the silky-soft strands were secured, he helped her with the chin strap and then held out his hand. “Ready?”

Jayne bit her soft, pink lower lip and nodded her head, suddenly seeming determined. “Yeah.”

After climbing on the bike to steady it, he assisted her in boarding behind him and helped her get settled. He smiled at Charity when she gave him a knowing smile and a “thumbs-up” when he started his bike. All three Harleys roared to life within seconds of each other, and he felt Jayne suddenly quiver and draw close behind him. He flipped the visor on his helmet closed, concealing his smile and his enjoyment of the benefits of her reaction.

He reached back to pat her silky calf reassuringly and yelled, “Hold on to me.” Tight as you want, honey.

She did just that, and he suppressed a groan as her full, round breasts pressed against his back. All either of them wore was a thin cotton T-shirt, and he had to resist the urge not to rub against her as she got settled.