March 15, 2018
Vol 7: Runaway Weekend
Try as I might, I ended up waiting with a bag packed ready for Sami to pick me up for our weekend. This was crazy. I was crazy, but there was no stopping now. He was moments away from being at my door. I pace back and forth, trying to calm my raging nerves. I wore a nice pair of jeans and a tank top with an open over shirt. My hair was pulled up into a pony tail in order to keep it from my face. I had no idea what Sami had planned for us, so I packed accordingly. There was something nice, something casual, and something frisky in case I felt inspired to be bad.
The thunderous roar of a motorcycle echoed from down my street, and I found myself peeking out the window. Surly he hadn’t road a motorcycle to come and pick me up. It was at least an hour to Birmingham, and I hadn’t been on a motorcycle since I was a teenager. The bike slowed and turned into my driveway, and my heart stopped seeing Sami step off, pulling his helmet from his head. His hair was in a long braid down his back, probably to keep it from flying around as he drove.
He flashed me that devilish smile, the one that always seemed to make my knees weak, and I found I no longer cared that he brought a bike instead of a car. He walked to me with purpose, like I was some sort of prey to his wolf, and when he reached me, he kissed me hard enough to take my breath away. “So, I see you brought your most conservative and roomy car for us.” I joked when he pulled away enough for me to catch my breath. He was still leaned in close to me, breathing me in and making my body shiver with excitement.
“Only the best for my girl,” he answered, his voice almost a growl. I had no idea how I was going to get through this weekend with him. I already wanted to pull him to my bedroom and ravish him like some deprived housewife whose romance book hero came to life. “So, you ready to go. I need to be back for sound check in three hours, and I was hoping to spend some time with you before then.”
I shook my head and laughed before handing my bag to Sami and watching him carry it to his bike. He had an area where he could strap the bag down. He made sure it was good and secure then hopped on the bike. It took me a moment to lock my door and wipe the drool off my lips from watching him be so sexy, then I walked over to him, and he held his hand so I could move in behind him. Snuggling in close, I took the offered helmet and shoved it on my head then wrapped my arms around his nice, frim body. Damn, how could one man be so sexy?
“Okay, do you feel settled?” I could hear his voice through my helmet, and it surprised me a bit.
“Oh, yeah, Hi. I’m good. Ready when you are,” I squeezed his body and heard him chuckle before kickstarting the bike. He wasted no time speeding down the road.
My heart raced feeling the wind blowing against me and the vibration of the bike below me. Okay, so the bike below me was a bit distracting. It had been way too long and the combination of being close to him and sensation of the bike was not an easy thing for me to put up with. It took all of my willpower to not moan so he could hear it in his helmet.
“Girl, I swear I can feel your heart pounding against me. Calm down, everything is going to be fine.” He chuckled again and sped up faster. An “eep” escaped, and I squeezed tighter.
With the way he drove, we got to Birmingham in less than an hour, and it didn’t take long for us to reach the hotel. There were restaurants and bars all around the hotel we were going to be staying in. Once I had a moment to get myself pulled back together from the drive, the two of us headed out for a drink. “Riley, I think we are going to have an amazing weekend.”
Is it really so wrong for me to want to be happy with this sexy bad boy? I know the past still lingers in my mind. But I’m also not a sixteen-year-old girl anymore. It is time for me to be me again, right? I am a good girl. I have done everything right in my life. I went to college, I got a good job. Everything about my life has been perfect. Maybe Sami is right, and it is time for me to live my life my way. This weekend is going to be magical. At least I hope so. Please diary, don’t let this be the worst mistake of my life.