Chelsea Shore woke on Saturday morning inside Elias' embrace, feeling warm, happy, and content. She never expected to feel any of these things ever again, and it still amazed her every day she woke up with Elias. Her smile lifted her cheeks and she stifled a giggle, hoping not to wake him.
Easing out from under his arm, she slipped out of bed and boldly walked through the house naked to make coffee and start breakfast. Once coffee was made, she remembered it was Saturday and that the club was riding up to Sam Houston's National Forest, which the White Wolves simply called Sam's. This meant no breakfast was required—they would eat at the Log Cabin and then ride north. Chelsea did a little happy dance and then went back to the room to take a shower.
Once out of the shower, she found the bed empty. She grinned and put on her short blue satin robe—the one that turned Elias on so much—and left it untied. Then she went back out into the house searching for him. She found him at the coffee pot, looking out the kitchen window, thoughtfully sipping on his first mug. He turned, looked at her, and then stared at her. Her smile broadened.
"I truly love the way you look at me Mr. Elias Neal."
"So do I." He grinned and set down his mug. "Come here, sexy, I want to kiss you good morning."
"Hmm, that sounds delicious," she said in a teasing voice, and she strolled toward him, rolling her hips and letting the robe flash as much of her breasts as it wished to. She continued until she was pressed up against him, and then lifted up on her toes to take her promised kiss. His arms encircled her and she moaned her delight as his lips pressed against hers, and then she opened her mouth, allowing him to explore her tongue and take as much pleasure from her as he wished. His large hands cupped her ass and massaged her cheeks with his strong fingers, bringing a deep sigh of delight out of her throat.
"I really love the way you hold me, Elias. It makes me feel so sexy and desirable."
"You are sexy, and very desirable," he told her.
"It is Saturday," she announced.
"Yes," he agreed.
"We are going to Sam's?"
"I'm looking forward to it. You?"
"Very much," she said with a nod. "You should take a shower so that we can get the bikes gassed up and get some breakfast."
"Sounds good."
"Would you like me to join you?" she asked, running her hand down his side and then further down to his cock. She stroked him through his pajama pants. "I can wake you up so you won't miss your coffee," she purred.
"You are much better than caffeine," he admitted.
"I do aim to please, and thank you for that raving review," she teased.
He kissed her nose. "Come on then. I find your offers very difficult to ignore."
She smiled brightly and then pulled him by the hand while she skipped ahead back to the bedroom.
Once her man was clean and satisfied, she toweled him off and then left his side to get dressed. Glancing back over her shoulder she found him watching her ass as she walked away, and felt warm all over again. "Should I bring my bikini again?"
"You don't really need to work on your tan. You don't even have any lines," he told her.
"Naked sunbathing is the balm," she told him as she nixed the idea of a bra and slipped on a black Harley baby-doll top, and then picked out a pair of leather pants she bought during the week. She also decided on a thong and slipped that on, noticing as she did that Elias was still watching her.
"Elias?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Aren't you going to get dressed? I don't mind, but some of the men might not want their wives looking at you like that. Not everyone is a Greek god, you know."
"I'm Norse and Irish," he told her.
"I love Thor," she told him.
"He's a redhead."
"I thought he was blond."
"That's just the comic books. The real Thor is a redhead."
"Oh, well, I still love him. Blond, redhead, same thing when you have pecs like that," she said in a serious voice.
"Think I better get back in the gym. Don't want to lose you to a myth."
"Probably a good idea," she agreed, trying hard to keep from giggling as she lied down on the bed and wiggled into her leather pants, which fit her like a second skin. She could swear she heard a sealing pop when they finally came up over her ass. "These aren't going to be too hot, are they?"
He looked out the window. It was bright and sunny already. "Might be, once we are up there. Pack some shorts in your saddle bags, and maybe some Levis."
"Good idea." She nodded and skipped to the closet again to pick out her stand-byes.
"Come on!" she urged. "I'm still a little hungry, even after that wonderful shower."
Elias came off the door jamb he was leaning on and said, "Alright. I'm coming."
"You said that earlier. Get dressed," she teased.
Once they had the bikes ready, they rode over to the Log Cabin Restaurant and Bar—the clubhouse of the White Wolves Motorcycle Club. She pulled her bike in beside Elias' V-rod and noticed a large blue and chrome trike parked beside the building.
"Is that Duffy's trike?" she asked as she lowered the Sportster down on its stand.
"Yep, I guess he's coming."
"I finally get to meet the infamous Duffy," she said with delight, shaking out her long blond hair out from her helmet and then putting back on her sunglasses.