Free Revving Up the Holidays by A. S. Fenichel

dining room. Isaac made his way across the living room,
and Giada met him halfway.
    “I couldn’t say no. Sadie insisted that I come for dinner.”
    “I know,” he said.
    She turned to go toward the dining room. He grabbed her arm.
“I’m glad you’re here, Giada.”
    He hoped that at least some of the emotion he felt at seeing
her again translated to his eyes. Her smile was tentative at best before she
pulled away and joined the family for the final night of Hanukkah.
    “Your Uncle Isaac has a special eighth night gift for each
of you.”
    Daniel rushed at him as if he was a bull, grabbing hold of
his legs. Isaac laughed and lifted the little man into the air, gave him a
light toss and replaced him on his feet.
    “We have to go outside.”
    “Coats,” Sadie called after the little ones as they rushed
toward the kitchen and the back door.
    Mark helped her get them bundled up quickly.
    Sitting side by side in the driveway were a Big Wheel for
Abigail and a little push-motorcycle for Daniel. Abigail screamed with delight
and rushed over, pouncing on the Big Wheel. Daniel stood, wide-eyed, staring at
the little yellow-and-red motorcycle.
    Isaac knelt next to his nephew. “Don’t you like it, buddy?”
    He nodded.
    Mark was running after Abigail who had already figured out
the foot pedals on her bike.
    “Want me to show you how to ride it?”
    Again he nodded.
    A minute later, the three-year-old was pushing himself up
and down the driveway with ease.
    * * * * *
    Isaac was terrified that Giada would leave before his mother
got in her car to drive home. As soon as Barbara was out the door, he took
Giada’s arm. His sister and Mark were on the couch with both kids fast asleep
on their laps. He said a quick good night and guided Giada out the door.
    Her expression was somewhere between wearied and terrified.
    “Please,” he said.
    She didn’t resist as he led her to the shop and turned on
the small lamp on the workbench. Most of the room was in shadows but the bike
glinted in the light.
    She gasped. “You finished it.”
    “Almost. It still needs a few pieces.”
    “Does it run?”
    “I don’t know. I haven’t started it yet.”
    “Why not?” She ran her hand along the padded sissy bar and
seat just as he had done while thinking of her.
    He’d imagined her on that seat a hundred times both in the
past and recently. Was she thinking about straddling the bike? His cock jumped
at the thought of her legs hugging the leather. He’d been a fool the other
night when he’d left her alone in her condo. “There’s no point if I don’t have
anyone to share the moment with.”
    “You have a family who loves you, Isaac. Those kids spent
the first twenty minutes I was in the house telling me how they had helped you
put the motorcycle together. They should share the moment with you.”
    He crossed the distance between them and placed his hand
over hers on the handlebar. “I want you to share it with me, Giada. I want you
to be the person I come to with news, good or bad. I want you.”
    She opened her mouth as if she had something to say, but
then she closed it again.
    “Get on.”
    Fear crossed her face, but it turned to excitement and she
complied with his command. She moved to the very back of the seat against the
sissy bar. Isaac grabbed her hips and pushed her forward before climbing on
behind her and pressing his cock tight against her ass. Her skirt slid up to
the top of her thighs.
    She gasped and grabbed the handlebars to regain her balance.
    Reaching around her, he took her hand and moved it to the
key. He took her other hand and put it on the throttle. They turned the
ignition together and gave the bike gas. It rumbled to life between their legs.
With his hand over hers, he gave it more gas and reveled in the sound of the
motor roaring. His own shaft jerked and he wrapped his arm around, her
tightening their connection.
    He leaned in until his mouth was on her ear. “I want you.”
    She took hold of his