First Time Lucky(7)

By: Chance Carter

She bit her lip and winced comically. “Yikes. It looks like I’m even worse on two wheels than I am on two feet.”

I laughed, and we started heading back into the building. “Are you going to get a bike?” I asked. “A proper one, I mean.”

Dallas closed the door behind her and scowled. “Hey, don’t talk shit about my bike. That bitch and I have been through some shit together.”

“Okay, okay.” I smiled and held the door to the auto shop open for her. She walked past with her head high and her chin stuck out. I had the sudden urge to bend her over my knee and give her a good spanking. There was nothing better than a good girl who craved a little punishment, and I had the feeling Dallas would be the type if I ever got the chance to find out. Not that I would. Pity.

“Your bike is an exceptional example of modern class and engineering,” I continued. “I would be so lucky to mount her.”

Dallas faltered a step as she walked over to the bench. I could only assume it was due to the visual I’d just placed in her head, one that slipped out unintentionally but that I was glad of now. What else did she imagine me mounting? Maybe I did have a chance after all.

I decided to give her a break. I didn’t want to send her into a total tailspin.

“So?” I pushed. “Are you?”

Dallas turned to face me, leaning back against the bench and letting her hair fall forward. I could only assume she was trying to hide her now crimson cheeks. Fuck, she was gorgeous. So innocent and sweet. I would do anything for her, be anything for her if she’d let me.

“I don’t think so,” she replied. “They’re scary.”

“Scary?” I quirked a brow. “You don’t like the taste of danger on your tongue, princess?”

I couldn’t resist. The way her lips parted in response was worth it. I was getting hard just from looking at her, and I knew I was teasing myself more than anything else.

“I like rollercoasters as much as the next person,” Dallas said. “But something about being on a bike seems much more dangerous without even offering the same thrill. I’ve only been on one once, but I was too scared to look up the whole time.” She shrugged. “It’s just not for me, I guess.”

“Well, everyone to their own, I suppose.”

There was a commotion down the hallway, the sound of approaching footsteps. A second later Randall came through the shop doors, already talking to me. “Shane, have you seen my—“

Randall stopped when he saw his daughter and furrowed his brow. “Hey, pumpkin. Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Dallas became visibly flustered, shooting forward from her spot on the bench. “Yeah, I came because I was hoping you’d have a look at my bike for me. The chain came off.” She looked over at me, licking a lip nervously. “Uh, Shane fixed it for me though. Apparently, it wasn’t a problem.”

“Did he now?” Randall looked over at me, and I thought for sure there would be disapproval in his gaze. There wasn’t. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was pleased.

“What were you looking for, Mr. Keane?” I asked.

Randall’s eyes flashed, and he returned to the flustered state he was in when he entered.

“Right! Thank you! My glasses. I cannot find them for the life of me.”

“Last I saw they were on your desk,” I replied.

Randall immediately turned on his heel and marched back out the doors.

“He’s so forgetful,” Dallas said, sounding more concerned than I would have expected her to. She seemed troubled all of a sudden, but by what? Surely it couldn’t be because Randall couldn’t find his glasses.

I never wanted to see this girl worried. I never wanted to see her in pain. An idea came to me, and I let it out without thinking.

“Can I take you out for a ride?”

Dallas blinked in surprise. “Like, on your bike?”

How badly I wanted to reply with something cheeky. Instead, I just nodded.

“Yeah. Show you that it’s not as scary as you think.”

Dallas glanced toward the door. “I should ask my dad.”

At that moment, Randall burst back into the room, glasses atop his head. “Found them,” he announced.

Dallas looked like she was figuring out the best way to broach the question to her father. I just went ahead and asked.

“Mr. Keane, would it be okay if I took your daughter out for a ride?”

Randall looked between the two of us, first stern-faced and then with a small turn of his lips.

“I don’t see why not,” he said. “Don’t be too late though. And no riding like you’re Evil Knievel.”