Garret turns into a building that looks like it has been around since the First World War. It’s made out of cinder blocks and it looks like someone poured a giant can of oil over the entire building. It’s been divided into several different bays, and each bay has a different colored garage door. A purple one at about the halfway point of the building opens as we approach.

The motorcycle’s engine continues its deep rumbling purr as Garret drives it directly into the now open bay and parks.

I slide off the back and stand for a moment, my hand still on the seat as I wait for my legs to adjust to being back on solid ground. Between the constant throb of the bike and the delightful mid-drive romp Garret and I enjoyed, they’ve gotten more of a workout than expected tonight.

Overhead lighting illuminates the entire bay.  A long workbench is shoved against one wall, but unlike the workbench at my parents’ house, it’s neatly organized, not a single tool out of place. I’ve no doubt that Garret knows where each piece is and can find whatever he needs without even having to look for it.

The only thing that isn’t organized is a hunk of metal laying in the center of the bay. I walk a slow circle around it, trying to figure out what it is.

Garret watches me.

I make one more circle before halting in front of him. “I give up. I’m ninety percent certain it’s motorcycle, but after that, I don’t have a clue.”

Garret moves to stand beside me. Somehow his hand finds mine and envelopes it. “Once I get the parts and put it back together, this baby is going to be a .”

“It looks like a pile of scrap metal to me.”

Garret stares at me in mock horror. “This pile of scrap metal, as you call it, is the pieces and parts of a magnificent machine. One of the few that will still be around. Granted, it’s not as sexy as the 1947 model, but it’s still an important part of the Harley-Davidson history and will turn heads once I have it up and running.”

I give the heap of twisted metal another glance and shrug. “If you say so.”

“Give me a few months, and we can take an inaugural ride on this one.” Garret’s thumb glides across the back of my hand. His eyes capture mine. “And it just so happens that this particular machine was ideal for carrying two passengers. So as soon as I’ve got it up and running, we’ll take it into the mountains for a long drive.”

My eyes shine. “Promise?” I wonder if he realizes that this is the first time that we’ve even explored the possibility of a future between us. The idea sets loose a flock of butterflies in my tummy.

Garret grins down at me. “Just so long as you promise to keep the ride as exciting as today’s was.”

Still holding hands, I turn to face him. “I think I can arrange something.” I rise up on my toes, bringing my mouth a few inches from his. “But I’ll probably need some practice.”

“I can see that.” Garret’s free hand cups my hip.

I shift even closer. My breasts press into his chest. My heart slams itself into my sternum while blood roars in my ears and my pussy throbs. “Probably we should get started now. Just so we can make sure that everything’s perfect when you finally get the bike repaired.”

“I can see the wisdom in that type of thinking.”

My free hand finds the front of his pants and quickly undoes the button and zipper. I pull the two sides apart. His cock springs free and I lick my lips.

“You’re staring,” Garret grunts, his tone guttural.

I shoot him an amused grin before dropping my gaze back to his member. It’s a thing of beauty; just the sight of it makes my heart hammer.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, not at all,” he laughs and trails his hand up my arm and around my shoulder, aiming for the row of pretty snaps that run down the front of my blouse.

Without any conscious thought, my knees buckle, and I drop down so I’m eye level with his cock.

Acting on impulse, I lean forward and drop a kiss to its tip. The gesture causes it to jump and Garret’s head bangs against the wall as he lets out a guttural yell.

I slant a glance up at him through my lowered lashes. “Like that?”

“What do you fucking think?” he groans.

“I think—a” My breath blows across the aroused flesh has his hands clenching into tight fists. “—that the fun is just beginning.”

Before he can respond, I slide my mouth over him, steadily taking him deeper and deeper until the tip nudges the back of my throat.

Considering how large it was before I encircled it with my lips, I wouldn’t have thought it could possible grow any larger, but it does. I love how the way it swells makes it fill my mouth.

I reach up and cup his balls, my thumb lightly stroking his soft scrotum as my tongue dances along the length of his shaft.

“Shit,” he groans between clenched teeth, “that feels so fucking good.”

“Mmm,” I purr against him, loving the effect I have on him. He’s completely at my mercy. Who would have guessed that a blow job could feel so empowering?

His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me tightly against him as I lick and suck. Each thrust of his hips, each moan he makes, turns me on. I never thought I’d ever feel so uninhibited, so wild. My lips tighten around him as my tongue traces the engorged and pulsating vein on the underside of his cock and I take even more of him into my mouth.

“Erin.” His grip on my hair tightens and he draws my head back, tugging my mouth off him with a soft popping sound.

“Hey,” I protest, “I’m having fun.”

“Me too.” Using his grip on my hair, Garret tugs me to my feet. Pivoting, he flattens me against the wall. “But your mouth isn’t where I want to come. Not now.”

“Oh.” I wrap my hand tightly around the base of his penis, delighting in how it bucks against my grip. “Does that mean there’s going to be another time?”

“Fucking count on it,” he growls against my neck as his hands grapple with the waistband of my jeans, his fumbling fingers finally working the button through the little slot. In one smooth move, he shoves both my jeans and my panties down around my ankles.

I bite his shoulder as his fingers slide between my already slick lower lips and graze my clit, triggering a fresh wave of moisture which coats his questing digits.

“You’re so wet, so ready for me,” he groans against the side of my neck.

“And you’d better be prepared to do something about it.” I arch my back, pressing my shoulders against the wall and grinding myself against his hand. “Otherwise, I just might finish without you.”

“Wouldn’t want that to happen,” Garret groans as he slides his free hand down my bare thigh. His fingers curl around the back of it and he lifts, hooking it around his hip as I wrap my calf around his waist.

My shoulders press against the unforgiving wall as he slides into me. My inner walls convulse around him as his hips rock to and fro, and the speed and force increases with each thrust.

Both of his hands grip my hips with bruising force as he holds me flush against the wall. His sharp teeth nip at my neck before he buries his face in my breasts, nuzzling them through my shirt and bra.

Wrapping one arm around his neck, I slide the other lower until my fingers glide across my clit, sending a fresh jolt of electric sensation rocketing through my pussy.

One of his hands slides down, working its way between me and the wall until his fingers dig into my bare ass cheek. He squeezes it as he lifts me even higher while he thrusts deeper, each jerk of his hips stronger, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Oh God,” I cry out as he gives one last, almost violent thrust. I spasm around him as his climax triggers mine.