Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 54

Carter

Monday morning, I rode over to Briar’s on my bike. Colten would be here soon to get the truck. I’d follow him over with Briar. She didn’t know I was bringing the bike, but it was a nice summer day and I thought she’d appreciate it, at least, I hoped she would. She was waiting with Ole Betty at the door, she must have heard me coming. When she recognized a big smile appeared on her face. Now that was what I was hoping to see, her eyes lit up as they roved over the bike as I stopped in front of the porch.

“Nice ride,” she said, with a smirk.

She was wearing skinny jeans, her boots laced up her calves over them and a black halter top with a deep V that left little to the imagination, and left her belly button exposed. There was no way she was wearing a bra with that. My eyes couldn’t help but take notice of the cleavage and pebbled nipples on display. So help me, Goddess, and my train of thoughts as I killed the engine and threw the kickstand in place. 

I wanted to wrap myself around her and kiss her deeply; to touch her as if she were mine.  The deep, internal depravity of want, of need, coursed through me. For her, though, I had to be better than that. “Think with your other head, Carter,” I thought to myself. I dismounted the bike before sauntering up to her. She leaned the gun against the wall. She was such a good girl, following my instructions. I wanted to tell her that, let her know how hot and bothered that made me, but instead, I swallowed hard and cleared the huskiness out of my throat.

“Colten should be here soon, then I’ll take you to the shop to meet the boys.”

“The boys?”

“Tod, Byron, and Knox; Jake’s employees.” I’m sure they will be glad to have someone to manage the paperwork,” I said, leaning against the post. Her makeup was done with smoky shadow, her eyeliner winged, giving her a sultry look, with a bit of flare. I picked up Jake’s jacket off the arm of the porch chair, and handed it to her. She gave me a questioning look but shrugged it on without voicing her thoughts.

“Safety,” I lied. I just didn’t want the other guys looking at her. Pretending I was saving her from roadrash in the eventuality of an accident was a good cover though.

I heard Colten ambling up the drive in his old tow truck. Briar shifted Ole Betty inside the door and locked it when she heard it a few moments later. 

Colten’s truck appeared a few moments later. He gave us a wave before he pulled forward and backed infront of the old Chevy. When he got out and approached us, he eyed Briar. I’m sure I glowered, because he quickly riverted his eyes to me.

“I’ll have her loaded in a jiffy,” he said.

Briar watched him work, as I did.

“‘Bout time somebody fixed this ole baby up,” he said, trying to make small talk.

“I’ll be glad when she is up and running,” Briar answered.

“The boys at the shop know what they are doing. I’m sure they will have her running in no time,” he said, before the winch started loudly pulling  the truck into position.

“I’ll see you over there," he said, once he had ensured she was locked in properly. He got in the cab and took off without another word. Colten was a loner, he was timid, and pleasant to most, but he preferred the company of his dogs and the sanctuary of his junkyard. He wouldn’t get caught up in all the nonsense of rumors already forming around Briar taking over Jake’s place. If it didn’t bother him, he paid no nevermind.

“Ready?” I asked Briar. She nodded, lifting her backpack off the chair and tossing it on her back, carefully, before placing a rosy pair of knock off aviators over her eyes. Fitting. The backpack appeared obviously lighter, however, I was sure the laptop and whatever else she insisted on carrying, was more than I deemed fit for her. There was no use arguing.

She followed me to the bike and hopped on behind me, her arms coming around my waist and her thighs hugging mine. I may just have to pick her up on the bike more often, I mused to myself, carefully navigating the driveway before I set the bike loose on the road.