By: Jayne Blue

“Brax!” I gasped as I felt my need rising. So fast. So hot. My body was tuned to his. Trained for his. He slid his hand around and worked me, urging me on. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. If someone walked by, they’d spot us. The thrill of it made me drunker than the spiked punch.

“Let go, baby,” he said. And I did. I squeezed my hands against the metal beams and went up on my tiptoes as my orgasm tore through me. Brax worked me, wringing every last wave of pleasure out of me before he gave in to his own.

And when he did, I saw stars.

Yes. Oh yes. All of it. All of him. He bucked and shuddered and whispered my name.

Then my Brax folded himself against me. I turned as he gathered me in his arms.

“I love you.” He said it over and over. We’d been so stupid. The both of us. Afraid. Guarded. But we were stronger together than we were apart. I knew that now and so did he. It wouldn’t be easy. I could get hurt. So could he. But I couldn’t imagine trying to live my life without him. So I took the biggest risk of all and said so.

“Brax,” I said, as we did our best to reassemble our clothes. Not that we wanted to, but the thought of going back into the gym was out of the question. We’d be found out in a heartbeat. He took my hand and led me back into the parking lot. His Harley was parked at an angle near the concession stand.

“What is it, baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You won’t. I swear to God. I’m done being an idiot.”

“So am I.”

“I want to make it official.”

“We’ll go to The Den right now. They’re worse than a bunch of gossipy old ladies. They kinda want to know how everything worked out.”

This got a genuine belly laugh out of me. “Well, then let’s really give them something to talk about.”

“What do you mean?”

“Marry me.”

Brax froze. He squeezed my hand and slowly turned toward me. His eyes were wide and glistened. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack. I think we’ve both lived through enough in our lives to know when something is real and when it isn’t. What do you say?”

His smile lit up the sky brighter than those klieg lights. He circled his arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

“Well, if it means that much to you, go ahead. I’ll pretend I didn’t say anything.”

He kissed me, then his face fell. “Well, I mean, now I don’t know. What if you drool in your sleep or something?”

“Brax!” I tried to hit him in the chest but my blows were as ineffectual as T-Rex arms.

“Okay, then. My answer’s yes.”

“I forgot the question.”

He hurled me over his shoulder caveman style and swatted me on the ass. My squealing laughter rang across the parking lot. We were now in full view of about a dozen former classmates who’d come out for a smoke. They pointed and waved. I gave them a weak wave back as Brax deposited me on the back of his bike. He handed me a helmet then put on his own.

Fifteen years ago, I’d been afraid to take the ride with him. And every day since, in one way or another, I’d asked myself what if. What if I’d gone with him back then? What if I’d never met him under the bleachers that first time? What if all the things he was afraid of came true? But most of all, what if I’d never walked back into his life again?

Today, tonight, and forever, I knew I was willing to take the ride.

I loved him in leather. I loved him in Armani. I loved him every way in between. I wrapped my arms around his waist. Brax revved the engine and we tore out of the high school parking lot toward a future we could face together.


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