Page 11 of For Life
Ant finished tying off their blanket like a toga with their back to me, and I noticed that it had a pegasus with rainbow mane, tail, and coming out of its butt with the phrase, “You can’t handle the sass.” Very Ant.
“The most funnest,” Ant caught their bottom lip in their teeth, as if unsure what to say next. “Are you good?”
“Yeah,” I decided to bite the bullet, “Would you like to meet up again sometime?”
“Like on purpose with our clothes on and the sun out?” Ant giggled, “Maybe coffee and get to know each other better?”
“I’d like that, yeah,” I grinned back, “Coffee and clothes on sounds nice.”
“Just as long as the sun’s out,” Ant ran a teasing finger along my exposed collarbone and down my bare chest. “We could debrief tonight and maybe negotiate another scene?”
For a moment all I could do was nod in agreement. “Uh, yeah, sure. Debrief and negotiate. I’m off Monday.”
“Sounds like a plan, Officer, because I’m off on Monday too. Let’s exchange contact info before we both crash on all these yummy endorphins.”
We walked to the lockers and got our phones out to share our numbers. We agreed I’d come to them, since I drove, and that’s when I found out they were in the middle of moving into Shepherd’s place and were sleeping there.
“Can I,” I swallowed hard, not sure why it was difficult to ask after what we’d done. “Can I give you a ride home?”
“Hmm, only a ride and no funny business, but…” Ant seemed to consider my offer and then smiled, “Depends on what you drive?”
After saying a motorcycle with room for two, Ant finished dressing more quickly, calling out a quick goodbye to A and grabbing my hand to make me go faster. I’d rarely held hands with a man before. It was different than with women, who just assumed they’d hold your hand after a date or kiss. Ant pushed open the red door and waited for me to point. My bike was at the precinct, and I couldn’t walk in there holding their hand. But damn did I want to.
Savoring the two blocks before we turned the corner, I tried to remove my hand gently while zipping up my jacket over my bare chest as an excuse. Ant didn’t seem bothered, just asked me what kind of bike I drove and if I could pick them up for our coffee date on it too.
“Sure, I can pick you up,” I grinned at their childlike excitement while waiting for the door to buzz and unlock. “Want to pick where we go, or let me pick?”
“You can pick, I don’t go out much, since I only get tips for spending money, and we don’t get a ton of those.”
Ant reached for my hand again but I was reaching for my key. My bike was right near the entrance by the electric motorcycles the bike cops drove. While I loved the idea of electric bikes in theory, they couldn’t go on freeways.
There were extra helmets on the wall meant to be borrowed for emergency use, but I could wear one and let Ant wear mine. I had a big head, but theirs wasn’t small either. They were practically vibrating with a giant smile as I strapped my helmet under their chin and tapped the visor down.
“This is so awesome and your bike is so pretty! Can I call it a bike? Or is it a motorcycle?”
Ant’s rambling was muffled as I straddled the seat and scooted forward to start the engine and make room. “Hop on, tiger.”
They threw their leg over and tucked into me just like we had done on the floor of the dungeon. A perfect fit.
“I haven’t ridden a bike since I was a kid, and that was dirtbikes,” Ant had to yell over the sound of the engine as I backed up. “Anything I should be reminded of?”
We were only going a few blocks past the club, but I wanted to enjoy those minutes. “Just follow my lead on turns and hold on tight.”
Easing onto the street, I put on speed when I saw the streets were clear and the light ahead was green. Ant’s arms settled on my stomach and right over my still hard cock. It was heaven until their helmet clunked into mine when I slowed for a turn. They roared with laughter and I found myself joining in Ant’s joy.
Even if I didn’t get a kiss at their place, it was the best night of my life.
Chapter eight
ANT
STILLREELINGFROMTHEride on Maxx’s bike, the date we had planned, and really the whole night, my weekend of work went by super fast. I still had a few days to clear out my place, and I spent my nights sorting things to donate, throw away, store, and keep. Most were to donate or keep, but I had acquired a lot more than I thought in my three years living in the tiny studio, so that meant more work. My body was busy while my mind kept playing our scene over and over again.
By the time Monday rolled around, Maxx and I had only texted good mornings and arranged time and place. I was wishing we had said earlier than nine, because I was up at 4:30 am like it was a work day. Of course I ended up bugging Shepherd on my day off while he did prep-work in the kitchen with Maria, who was training to become a sous chef.
“I’d help chop but I have a fashion emergency and don’t know what to wear,” I played with the bucket of utensils, trying not to whine and failing. “Plus July and Roman are asleep.”
“You are cute in everything,” Maria continued to filet fish the way I had taught her, “and if cute isn’t what you’re going for, just flex. What person can resist those muscles?”