by Sadie King
I’m so busy pouring myself another cup of coffee that at first, I miss what she’s getting at.
“So there’s a position opening up at the school. Thought you might be interested.”
“Sorry, Tricia. I’m strictly a substitute.”
There’s a pause down the other end of the line.
“It’s not that I’m not grateful,” I add hastily. “But I don’t want to be stuck in one place and definitely not this place.”
“I thought you might be ready to settle down, put down some roots.”
“No. Far from it.”
She sighs down the phone. “Okay, Cassie. But you can’t keep running forever, you know.”
I hang up the phone and pace the kitchen, agitated. I go through to the living room where Dad’s ashes rest in the urn.
“That’s two people today who’ve told me to stop running,” I tell him. “I’m not running, am I Daddy?”
I pick up the urn. It’s cool and smooth under my fingers. I close my eyes and images flash through my mind. Riding on the back of Dad’s bike, my hair whipping in my face, sitting on the floor, my head resting on his knee while someone plays the guitar, Dad teaching me to ride, helping Dad fix a flat on the side of a desert road, riding in a convoy as we tear down the highway and into the next town. I realize it’s not me who loves moving. It was Dad.
I open my eyes. I suddenly know what I need to do.
With the urn still in my hand, I grab my helmet and head out the door.
I take the highway heading north out of town. I keep driving ‘til the road starts heading into the hills.
Dad used to love this area’s gorges and valleys, kicking up the dust as we sped by. I keep going through the hills until I come out the other side onto an open plain. It’s a long stretch of straight open road, and there’s not another vehicle in sight.
I go a few miles along the road. Then, keeping one hand on the handlebars, I reach into my jacket and pull out the urn. I twist off the top and hold it up and to my side.
I push my bike until I’m kicking up the dust behind me, and then I slowly tip the urn sideways. Daddy’s ashes fly out to the side, mingling with the dust of the road.
Tears are streaming down my face as I shake the urn out, leaving every last bit of Daddy to mingle with the road he loved.
When the urn is finally empty, I tuck it into my jacket, put both hands on the handlebars, and keep driving.
Chapter Seven
Nick
Later that evening, I’m going over the business accounts when there’s a knock at the door. I pull it open and Cassie’s leaning against the door frame in her biking gear.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.” I open the door, and she follows me into the kitchen.
She’s covered in dust, her hair’s flat from the helmet, and her eyes are red.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I scattered Dad’s ashes today.”
“Oh.” I grab two beers from the fridge and hand her one.
“Thanks.” She swigs it thirstily.
“Where did you do it?”
“The highway going north. He loved that stretch of road.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Well, no.” She takes another swig of beer. “It was sad. But I feel good about letting him go. I think I needed to do it.”
I nod, waiting for her to continue. “You were right about what you said earlier. I can’t keep running.” She plays with the label on the beer bottle, worrying it with her finger. “There’s a permanent teaching job opening up at the school. I’m thinking about taking it.”
My heart leaps in my throat. “Does that mean you’re sticking around?”
She looks up at me with a shy smile. “Yeah. Looks like I am.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “That’s great news.”
Her smile broadens. I’m leaning against the bench, and she comes to stand between my legs.
“I’ve never wanted to settle down anywhere until I met you,” she says. “The truth is that I’m scared.”
I put my beer down on the bench and pull her toward me. “Me too. It’s been a long time since I was with anyone.” I tilt her head up so she’s looking me in the eye. “I thought it was because I was still grieving, but now I know it’s because I was waiting for you.”
My lips crash into hers, and she meets me in the kiss. It’s soft and warm and full of promise.
My arms slide around her waist, and I pull her toward me. She moves with me, pushing her hips into mine.
My dick hardens immediately against the friction of her leather pants.
I break away from the kiss to unzip her jacket.
“Let’s get you out of this biking gear.”
Her eyes dart to the door leading to the hallway. “Isn’t this a bit weird with Olivia here?”
“She’s gone to stay at a friend’s place tonight.”
Cassie’s eyes light up. “So we have the place to ourselves?”
“Until about lunchtime tomorrow.”
“I guess we’d better make the most of it.”
She grinds her hips against me as I peel her jacket off. She’s wearing a thin blouse underneath, and her full breasts push at the fabric. I want to rip her blouse off to get at them, but instead I take my time, undoing each of the small buttons until she’s standing before me in her lacy bra and leather pants.
I take a moment to admire her curvy body, the full hips, soft belly, and large breasts.
“You’re beautiful.”
She takes the bottom of my t-shirt and pulls it over my head. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she says.
I press my body into hers. The feeling of skin on skin sends shivers right through me. The weight of her breasts pressed against my chest makes my dick twitch in my pants. I tilt her head up and kiss her hard and urgent.
My hand slides down her neck over her full breasts. I reach around and undo her bra, and it slides down her arms revealing dark pink nipples. She moans as I press my mouth against them, and they harden under my tongue.
My hand travels down to the hot spot between her legs. She gasps as I stroke her through the leather pants, one hand on her pussy while my mouth sucks at her breasts.
“That’s nice,” she murmurs.
Her hands find my hardness and she strokes me through my jeans, making my dick ache with want. I need to have her soon or I’m going to explode.
“Follow me.” I lead her through to the living room where we can get comfortable on the couch. Before I sit down, I undo her leather pants and slowly slide them down her legs. She steps out of them and pushes them aside with her foot.
She’s standing before me, hands on hips, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a mischievous smile. Her confidence is as much a turn-on as the lacy panties, their burgundy color a contrast against her skin.
“I’ve always wondered what women wear under their leathers.”
“Well, now you know.”
“If I’d known earlier, I might have tried to undress a few more.” She bats at my chest playfully, and I fall back onto the couch.
She sits astride me, and I run my hands up her soft thighs. “You are a vision.”
She smiles at me and leans forward, her hand working at my belt buckle. Her eyes go wide when she releases my hard dick, and her smile broadens. I capture her mouth in a kiss as she takes me in her soft hands and rolls me between her palms. The feel of her warm hands on my cock makes the blood rush to my tip.
I grab her ass cheeks and thrust her toward me. Her panty-clad pussy rubs against my cock, and the sensation of lace against skin sends pre-cum shooting from the end of my dick. She pushes herself against me, rubbing the pre-cum into her belly.
“I want you now,” I growl into her ear.
“I want you too.” She leans back to look at me. “I’m clean. Are you?”
For a moment I don’t get her meaning, and then I smile. “Yes, baby, I’m clea
n. If you want me to, I’ll go in skin on skin.”
“Yes,” she breathes into my ear. “I want to feel all of you.”
I shimmy my jeans and boxers off so it’s just my cock standing to attention.
She moves to take her panties off, and I stop her hand. “Leave them on.”
I run my hand over her warm pussy and feel the dampness through the delicate fabric. She shudders at my touch and tilts her head back, pushing her breasts forward. I take a nipple in my mouth, and she moans as I suck the sweet nub while my hand strokes her pussy.
I push the fabric aside, exposing her dark wet folds. Her sweet scent fills my nostrils, and it’s almost too much to bear.
I take my cock in my hand and rub it across her pussy. She shifts her weight forward so her slit is lined up with my cock. I press the tip into her folds, and the sensation is all heat and wetness.
My body wants to thrust deep, but I will myself to take it slow. I use my thumb to rub her clit while I slowly edge my tip inside her.
She moans as I inch forward, her pussy pulling me in with its tight, wet grip. I pause for a moment with my tip inside her as my finger moves faster on her clit.
She’s close to climaxing, and I slide my tip in and out. She cries out and her body shudders, making my dick vibrate. I almost lose control at the sight of this beautiful woman coming on the tip of my dick.
I manage to hold it together, and just as her shuddering stops, I slowly slide her down my shaft, burying my cock deep inside her.
She cries out and grinds her hips into me as another climax runs through her body. My dick is pulsing as she contracts around me.
I wait for her to ride out the orgasm, and then I grab her ass and slide her slowly up and down my cock. She’s juicy and soft and hot, and the feel of the lace panties as she thrusts into me contrasts with her soft, wet pussy.
My mouth finds her nipple, and as she slides up and down my shaft, I suck and lick her breasts.
Her moans get louder with every thrust, and I’m riding the wave with her until we both explode together. My hot cum shoots into her as my world explodes. She cries out my name and I groan into her ear, pulling her close so we’re locked together as we share our pleasure.
After a few moments, she pulls back and looks at me with dreamy, satisfied eyes.
“That was worth sticking around for.”
“Sure was.”
“Can we do it again?”
“We can do it as many times as you like up ‘til about lunchtime tomorrow.”
She smiles and gives me a slow, gentle kiss. My heart feels big and warm in my chest. I’ve got my curvy biker girl in my arms, and for the first time in six years I feel truly complete.
Epilogue
One Year Later…
Nick
Olivia’s small hands cling onto my waist as the wind whips at my face. It’s the first time I’ve taken her out on the highway, and we’re taking it slow.
I climb the hills, enjoying the tilt of the bike as it takes the corners. We pull in at the lookout on the ridge and climb off the bike.
“Where’s Cassie?” she asks, pulling off her helmet.
“She’s paying her respects to her father. Let’s get the picnic ready, and she’ll join us soon.”
We spread the food out on the picnic table, and Cassie pulls up soon after.
“I hope you left some for me,” she says, giving me a peck on the cheek.
I search her face for any signs of upset, but she’s smiling broadly. About once a month she drives the stretch of road where her father’s ashes are scattered. Sometimes I go with her, but mostly she likes to go alone.
We eat our sandwiches, and once they’re gone Cassie pours us coffee from a thermos.
She spills mine, and I notice her hands are trembling. I guess I’m not the only one who’s nervous.
She takes her seat again, and I squeeze her hand under the table. “Olivia, we have some news we want to share with you.”
Olivia looks up quickly from the juice she’s slurping. “You’re getting married.”
I laugh nervously. “No, it’s not that.”
“Oh.” Her face droops in disappointment. “I want you to get married.”
I squeeze Cassie’s hand again. “We will someday, honey. I promise.”
Olivia’s face relaxes and Cassie squeezes my hand back under the table, which I hope means she wants to marry me someday too.
“But that’s not what we want to tell you.” I take a deep breath and look at my daughter’s expectant face. “You’re going to be a big sister.”
Her mouth drops open in shock. “Are you having a baby, Daddy?”
I laugh. “Not me, exactly. Cassie is having a baby.”
Olivia jumps up from the table. “Is it going to be a girl? I want a little sister.”
Cassie laughs. “We don’t know yet. We’ll find out in a few weeks.”
Olivia runs around the table whooping in excitement. She stops to give Cassie a hug.
“Well, you have to get married now.”
Cassie laughs. “It seems your daughter has more sense of propriety then you do,” she says with a smile.
“All right, all right.” I get off the bench and take out the small velvet box in my pocket as I crouch on one knee.
Cassie’s mouth drops open. “You are not.”
I open the box to reveal the ring I picked out for her eight weeks ago, the day we found out she was pregnant.
“Cassie Holt. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
She looks at me in shock, unable to speak.
“Yes!” shouts Olivia, dancing around in excitement. “She says yes!”
“Yes,” says Cassie. “Yes, I will.”
We both stand up, and I take her in my arms. Olivia pushes between us, and we make room for her in the hug. The three of us and the bump, my wonderful family.
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