The Hurricane
“She was bouncing up and down, watching my bike roll in.“Momma told me you were riding your motorcycle over here. She said you had a surprise for me, but wouldn’t tell me what it was! What is it Ryker? What is it?” she yelled as I cut the engine, and hopped off the bike, hitting the kickstand with my boot.“Well, how was your first day?” I asked.“Good!” she yelled as she looked over her shoulder, just as Natalie met us in the driveway, with a dish towel slung over her shoulder. She was wearing a ...pair of cut off jean shorts and a Johnny Cash t-shirt, with bare feet. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head with little strands falling around her face. Fuck me, she was beautiful.“Hey you,” she said as she looked me up and down.“Hey beautiful,” I said as I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, squeezing her waist gently. I tried not to be too affectionate with Brooklyn around, but I had this uncontrollable need to touch her. The smile she gave me almost brought me to my fucking knees.MoreLess
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