By the time we were done playing, we realized we had missed lunch and it was dinner time. I wanted to ask him where we were going as we stepped outside but the fun of it wasn’t knowing. Orange and pink filled the sky, the sun was going to start its descent below the surface. My stomach growled and Shane lifted me onto the motorcycle. He was no gentleman and I flushed as his eyes dipped between my legs. I was well aware that I was on display but I wasn’t going to cower under his gaze. I hated the arrogant smirk that would tug at the corner of his lip.
He took his time getting onto the bike and I wanted to yank on his nipple ring but I’m sure he’d like it. I wrapped my arms around him as he kicked up the kickstand. I held on tight while Shane drove us to our next destination. Five minutes later we arrived. It was nothing like Iron Pot.
