Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Uh, nothing. I don’t have to work today, so I guess I’ll just hang out at home.” I stammered.
His smile was brilliant. “Come for a ride with me later?”
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before. Do you even have a helmet for me? Shouldn’t I have some leather and stuff on?”
“Yeah, I’ll pick you up after you’re done registering. Then I’ll take you home so you can change into jeans, and a long sleeved shirt. What do you want to major in?” He asked, changing the subject.
As a result, for the duration of the walk to the library, I told him about my dream of being a computer programmer. How I loved all the latest technology that came out.
I stopped at the bottom steps of the library and smiled up at him. “Actually, my dream job would be to get to test all the new gadgets that someone makes. However, those jobs are few and far between so I’ll just go with computer science for now.”
“That’s good, honey. You should always do what you want to do. My dad begged me to go into something safe, but that just wasn’t for me. All my life I’ve dreamed about being in the army. Making a difference. When 9/11 happened, I didn’t have any doubt in my mind that the army was what I was going to do with my life.” He said as he touched the tip of my nose with his index finger.
“Will this be a career kind of thing, or just for a few years?” I asked.
“It’ll be a few years for now. That might change later on, though.” He answered.
I laughed. “Well, that really clears things up.”
The lights above the door to the library suddenly winked out and I groaned. Tearing up the steps, I made a beeline straight for the big doors at the front. Once I got to them, I yanked, and then cursed when they didn’t open. My eyes flicked to my watch and I groaned when I realized how long we’d stood there talking.
“Crap. Piss. Shit. Damn.” I groaned and covered my eyes with my hands.
“I have a computer at my place.” He said with a smile in his voice.
I whirled around and glared at him, pointing my finger for good measure. “This is your freakin’ fault!”
“For someone that loves computers as much as you do, it surprises me that you even need to use the library’s computers. What’s up with that?” He asked curiously, grabbing my hand and leading me back down the stairs.
My heart clenched at the feel of his palm against mine, but I somehow managed to answer him despite that. “My mom hocked my computer last week. I managed to get my information off it the next day, but they wouldn’t sell me the computer back because I wasn’t the one to bring it in to them. It can only go back to the person that sold it, within thirty days, and then they can sell it back to me. However, that’s not going to happen. My computer was the shit. I spent eight of my paychecks on it. I’d be lucky if it’s still there.”
“My brother’s a little shit like that, too. Not that he’s ever had the balls to steal anything since he took my car. Which was worse because my best friend caught a ride home with him, since they were at the same party. Then they decided to take it mudding and sunk it in the fucking lake.” He finished with a growl.
I couldn’t help the snort, followed by the guffaws of laughter that poured out of me when I heard him say that last part. “Oh-oh, God.”
“That isn’t funny in the slightest. I spent a year and a half scraping money together to pay for it. Then I restored it all myself. The very first weekend I was out of town at boot camp, those bozos decided to get drunk, and drive my baby. There I was making my one phone call home, per week, my father tells me what those assholes did, and I couldn’t do anything to retaliate. Not a thing. Six weeks later, I’m still mad. They even had the gall to park the fucker in my parking spot at my apartment!”
I ribbed him for the rest of the walk to Stoker’s, but then my smile slipped off my face when I realized that I was still in the same predicament as earlier. “There is still no way I’m getting on that thing with you.” I said, pointing at the bike.
“Chicken.” He taunted.
“Your bike reminds me of a death cycle. Have you ever seen that Nicholas Cage movie where he’s a dead vigilante, and he’s hunting bad guys? Your bike reminds me of that scary looking bike.” I explained hesitantly.
“Yeah, it does look pretty mean, doesn’t it? Got it for a song from some old man who couldn’t ride it anymore. Took me a while to get it running like I wanted, but the body was sound. I get a lot of looks when I’m on it, too. I promise it won’t bite.”
His lean, muscled frame flexed as he swung his leg over the bike and turned to me, holding out his helmet. “What about you?” I asked.
“I’ll go slow. Promise.” He soothed.
I was hesitant, but the smile he’d plastered on his face made me cave, and I slowly fit the helmet over my head and walked forward. He held out his hand and I latched onto it like a lifeline. “Don’t make me regret this.”
I lifted one foot and the tightness of my skirt stopped me from lifting it more than a foot off the ground. I raised my eyebrows at him and he laughed.
Dropping my hand from his, both of his hands went on either side of my thighs, pinched the fabric of my skirt and yanked it up to the top of my hips; so far, that if I bent even in a little bit, the world would see my panties.