Free Stranded by Brooksley Borne Page B

followed him out.  He was so quiet. The rain had cleared and the heat had lifted.  The air was scrubbed and light.  A pang of guilt turned in her belly for all of the drama.  It wasn’t her making but still, she could not help but feel to blame.  It made her felt less welcome with him.
    He swung his gorgeous leg over the bike and sat.  It was her turn to climb on.  She did so timidly.  Not with the same enthusiasm as she had the first few times that she had had the pleasure.  Foley looked over his shoulder at her with a gentle scold.  He faced forward again, gripping the backs of her knees and pulling her up against him. 
    Her curves fit his with electric perfection.  The contact of her flesh with his though filtered through heavy denim made her throb.  If she worked at it, she could make herself orgasm.  The vibration of the Harley was delicious help.   Foley drew her arms around his middle where they belonged. 
    The bike rolled.  The image of his broad shoulders cutting into the horizon in front of her, never got dull.  The ends of his longish hair feathered out beneath his helmet.  It was just the ends of hair lifted by the wind of the ride but Naomi found it so incredibly erotic.  She had a crush on his hair.
    Foley drove them straight to her house.  Straight, that was the steep, narrow, winding road that snaked up the coveted hill.   Though he was a good rider and the rain had stopped, the wheel slid a little.  They didn’t lose their balance but a jolt of adrenalin rifled through her, making her clutch his form the tighter. 
    “Loosen up,” he called.
    She heard him say something but she didn’t know what. She thought he was raising his voice so that she could hear, not because of urgency.  He stopped the bike and lifted his helmet.
    “Baby,” he said with a slight edge of anger to his voice. “Loosen up.  Hold on but relax. You’re pulling me.”
    Naomi nodded to let him know she heard him.  She was glad for the illusion that the privacy gave her because she teared up.  It hurt for some reason.  It was just a tenth of a mile to her house.  She got off of the bike as soon as it was safe to.  She tried to keep the drama to a minimum but she whipped off the helmet.
    “Come here,” he said with apology.
    She tried so hard to play it cool.  He laughed at her.
    “I didn’t mean to be a jerk,” he said.
    “You yelled at me,” she said.
    “Partly because I was frustrated and partly because my transmitter is busted,” he said, showing her.
    A little a piece that connected to his helmet that had snapped.
    “I couldn’t talk to to you like a normal personal.  I just wanted to make sure the house was in one piece.  I hate that guy.  I hate him.  He pissed me off.  You did not.  Okay?” he asked.
    “’Kay,” she said.
    Then a thought side-lined her. 
    “What?” he asked.
    “How did Daryl just show up at Mario’s?” she asked.
    “Well he’s out of the house.  Not a lot of options for food around town,” he said.
    “Yeah but he hates that place.  And he drives into Fredericksburg or Culpeper.  That is the last place he would be,” she said.
    “Think he was following you somehow?” asked Foley.
    “Yes,” she said.
    “But we just decided to go last minute,” he said with doubt. “No one could know where we went.  Except for John.  That was different.”
    “Do you think he went by your place?” she asked. “Because I am telling you he wouldn’t go there.”
    Foley kissed her on the head.  And then he pulled back and looked her straight in the eye.
    “Baby, I am about to have hot, wild sex with you.  I do not want to continue this conversation.  I am going to take care of him.  We will not be putting up with his bullshit for too much longer,” he promised.
    We .  He said ‘we’.  It was a thrill to know that he was liking their coming together as much as she was but it was fast.  Naomi did not want theirs to be a fast and furious ride.