Let Me Fly (18 page)

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he rest of the day was filled with peaceful stretches of time as Bryn either rode with Charlie or in the chase truck. It hadn’t taken the two of them long to catch up with the rest of the group after lunch. Her own bike was trapped in the front of the trailer, blocked in by other bikes whose drivers were parking out to ride in the truck instead. Every time they would stop, Bryn would find herself mercilessly teasing Charlie until they were both pawing at each other through their clothes. The last stretch of the ride was finally upon them, and Bryn wanted to be riding with Charlie when they made it to the rally.

Bryn could tell that Charlie was exhausted; he had driven the entire ride, not riding in the truck for a stretch like some of the other guys had. Some of the diehards, Mitch included, had no problem riding the entire time and then some. Charlie let his pride take over his common sense as he rode out until the end. Bryn wasn’t sure if he was trying to prove something to the guys, or to Bryn. Either way, she knew that he was mentally and physically exhausted, and would probably pass out the minute his head hit the pillow.

It was well after eleven o’clock when they neared Sturgis, with some of the older crew stopping at Rapid City to check-in to the hotel, Mitch and Marley included. Bryn’s overnight bag was in the truck with Marley, but she did stick her clutch purse and cell phone into one of Charlie’s saddle bags. The remainder of the crew passed on by the hotel, excited to get to Sturgis. It was another half hour to the rally, and Bryn was amazed at the sheer number of motorcycles lining the interstate. As they got closer to the off-ramp, Bryn could see the line of motorcycles waiting to exit. Charlie merged into the line with the rest of their crew, creeping forward at a snail’s pace.

It was well after midnight when they finally pulled into town and Bryn stared wide-eyed at the sights. Thousands and thousands of bikes were lining the main road in town, with two narrow lanes for vehicles to pass. There were hundreds of vendors in tents, selling anything related to bikes you could want, as well as some things not remotely related to bikes or riding. Bryn laughed to herself at the scantily clad, half naked and totally naked woman walking up and down the streets. To Charlie’s credit, he averted his eyes anytime someone dressed inappropriately would pass by.

Most of the guys from their group had already parked a few blocks back, leaving Charlie and Bryn riding alone. Bryn wasn’t sure where they were going until Charlie turned off the main road, heading north out of town. After driving in the dark for a few miles, he turned into a gated resort, appropriately named “Harley’s Haven.” Charlie pulled up next to the center building, which Bryn assumed was where they would check-in.

Charlie slumped his shoulders, before muttering, “Made it,” and rolling his neck from side to side. Bryn popped off the back of the bike to get out of his way. Slowly, Charlie lifted off the bike, pulling his leg over. He stood up, stretching out, shaking his legs out one at a time. “Damn it, I forget how much that hurts,” he said as turned back and forth at the waist, trying to crack his back.

Bryn was stiff too, but she was too excited about finally making it here to care. It helped that her hormones were going haywire watching Charlie stretch and move his lithe body, finally pulling his textile jacket off, laying it on the bike seat. He bent over to pull his billfold out of his saddle bag, making Bryn almost squeal in delight at the sight of his gorgeous jean covered ass.

Bryn walked up behind him, stilling his movements as she ran her hands over his ass, down his tight thigh muscles, and back up to his sides. Charlie righted himself, and Bryn wrapped her hands around his waist, tucking her thumbs through the loops of his jeans. “I really, really need to get you naked, Charlie.”

Turning in her arms, he palmed her ass before lightly smacking her rear. “This will just take a minute. My usual cabin is over there,” Charlie squinted as he pointed in the dark to a small cabin way at the back of the resort. Charlie walked inside the lodge house, animatedly hugging and slapping backs with the men inside.

Bryn decided to meander around a little bit while she waited. There was a good fifty feet of space in between each of the cabins, which made a circle around the lodge house. One of the cabins was lit up by a small campfire, surrounded by a small group of people in lawn chairs. They were laughing, drinking and obviously having a good time. As she passed by, the man closest to the road called over to her, “Hey, little lady. Come on over and have a beer.”

Bryn froze in place, as her heart started to frantically pound in her chest. The darkness. The bikes. A man’s voice. It was an overload to her brain, as the images from that night came rushing back to her mind. Bryn could feel the tingling in her arms, the tightness in her chest as a panic attack started. She could hear a female voice yell, “Damn it, Harley. You scared the shit out of her.” The woman walked over to her, holding out her hands like she was approaching a wild animal, “It’s okay, kid. He’s harmless. Do you need help?”

Bryn whimpered in fear when another voice from beside her answered for her, “No, she’ll be okay. She’s with me, Shelly.”

Looking over to verify that Charlie was standing next to her, she let out the breath she was holding when she saw his concerned face. He held out his hand, silently asking her to hold onto him. Bryn quickly obliged, latching onto his shirt, pulling herself closer to his chest. “It’s ok, Bryn. No one is going to hurt you. I’m here.”

Willing herself not to break down, Bryn squared her shoulders as she took a deep breath in her nose, and then pushed it back out her mouth. Repeating the action, Bryn felt her body relax as Charlie held her, swaying her from side to side, and kissing her hair. “I’ve got you, kitten,” Charlie whispered in her ear.

Patting his chest to let him know the panic attack had passed, Bryn stepped back as she looked over at the woman standing next to them. Bryn took a shaky breath as she walked over to her with her hand outstretched. “Sorry about that. I’m Bryn.”

The lady grabbed her hand as she pulled her into a one arm hug. “Name’s Shelly. I run this resort with my husband Harley. He’s the bastard that scared the shit out of you,” Shelly tipped her head over to the big guy that had started her panic attack.

Harley tipped his head back in his chair, belly laughing as he spoke, “I’ll be damned, Shelly. This little filly is here with Charlie boy.” Harley stood from his chair, almost falling forward into the fire. Obviously they had been sitting around the fire drinking for quite a while. Bryn giggled when Harley stumbled on the pile of wood stacked next to the fire. As he got closer, she could see that he was an overly large man, devoid of any hair on top of his head. He had on a pair of denim coveralls that he didn’t take the time to button the sides of, and did not bother to wear a shirt underneath.

“Welcome back, Charlie,” Harley said as he staggered over, slapping him on the back. “Brought a friend with ya?” Harley didn’t make a move to step closer to Bryn, deciding to keep some distance between them. He looked over at her, waiting a minute before saying, “Sorry I scared you.” He patted his belly, then laughed at himself, “I’m a big ol’ teddy bear. Wouldn’t hurt nobody.”

After seeing the pained expression on Harley’s face, Bryn felt silly for how she acted. Worst of all, Harley seemed to be genuinely upset that Bryn was scared of him. “No, I’m sorry Harley. I shouldn’t have walked off in the dark in a strange place. I have a bit of a problem with panic attacks, that’s all that was. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Harley didn’t make a move to come closer to her as he answered, “Glad you’re okay then. You were the last one to arrive, Charlie. Gonna lock the gate now.” Harley cupped his hands around his mouth as he yelled, “Lights out at midnight! Keep the noise down. Got little ones here, too.” Shelly groaned before quietly saying to Bryn, “And now he just woke them all up, too.”

Shelly nudged her arm as a goodbye, before walking back over to the fire and resuming her place with the group. Bryn assumed that Harley was going to lock the front gate they had just come through, since he had disappeared down the front driveway.

Charlie grabbed her elbow, guiding her back towards the gravel road. “Let’s get you to our cabin, kitten.” Bryn pulled back, looking over her shoulder at Charlie’s bike parked next to the lodge house. “What about your bike?”

Charlie continued to guide her down the gravel road as he answered, “I’ll come back and get it. I want you inside so you can relax.”

The cabin was bathed in a soft light as they walked up the small pathway to the door. The front entry had a small covered porch, complete with two Adirondack chairs sitting next to each other. Charlie unlocked the front door, flipping on the lights as he walked in. Bryn stepped in behind him, taking in the one room cabin. It was a very basic layout, with a kitchen in the far right corner, a small couch and TV to the right of the front door, and the rest of the room held a very large bed with a log-style frame, with what must be the bathroom behind the wall dividing the left side of the room.

Charlie led her to the couch, sitting down himself before pulling her into his lap. Bryn laid back against the arm of the couch, letting her feet dangle. Charlie pulled her feet up into his lap, unlacing her boots and then kneading her feet. Letting out a moan, she settled further back into the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. It didn’t take long before she drifted off to sleep.

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ryn woke up as Charlie was pulling off her socks, tickling her feet in the process. “Bryn, do you want me to help you out of your clothes?”

She lifted her heavy eyelids, seeing his gorgeous blue-green eyes staring back at her. Bryn thought about his question for a minute, and then she finally answered, “I don’t have my bag with me. It’s with Marley.”

“I know that, Bryn. You can sleep in one of my shirts if it is too cold in here. But your clothes are pretty dirty and you really should take a shower.”

Bryn was half asleep again as she answered, “I could take a shower, and then just sleep naked, too.”

Charlie chuckled as he got up from the couch and walked in to the bathroom. “I’ll turn the shower on.”

Grumbling as she pulled her sleepy body up, she started yanking off her clothes as she stumbled to the bathroom. Charlie was checking the temperature of the water as she walked in, almost completely naked. He turned to look at her, gasping quietly when he saw her half bare body. Turning around, he held open the door to the corner shower so that she could step in. Bryn pulled off her panties, tossing them towards the corner of the bathroom. The hot spray felt wonderful on her aching muscles, and Bryn could feel the dirt and grime sliding off her body. Charlie was walking out of the bathroom when Bryn quietly said, “You know, Charlie, we could conserve water and shower together.”

Charlie’s voice was hoarse when he answered, “I borrowed some girly body wash and hair stuff from Shelly for you to use. Let me grab it and I’ll be right in.”

Bryn smiled at herself, happy that her earlier panic attack hadn’t had the lingering effects on her that it used to. In the past, Bryn had usually ended up in an emotional comma for days after a bad episode. This time, it was easier to focus on Charlie’s voice, as he pulled her back from despair, making her feel whole again. Even if Charlie wouldn’t have been there, Bryn knew that she would have been able to work her way out of the panic, by using the tools she had learned during therapy.

The door to the shower opened and Charlie stepped in, setting a collection of soaps against the tiled wall. Bryn could feel the smile spread across her face as she took in the glorious hard body that was standing in front of her. Charlie leaned down to lightly brush their lips together, turning her body so that he could stand under the water.

Bryn reached around him to grab a bottle of his soap, pouring some into her hands, and then a bit into his hands. She rubbed her hands together to work the soap into a lather, and then gently started making small circles on Charlie’s chest, moving down his body. Every inch of his body was gently washed, all the way down to his toes, before she turned her attention to his very large erection. He had to grip the sides of the shower as she used both hands to tug and wash his length, squeezing every so often. Charlie turned around to rinse off under the water, before switching places with her.

Bryn quietly moaned as Charlie repeated her actions, making small circles with soap around her chest, stopping to pluck and pull on her nipples. Continuing down her belly, he barely brushed over her mound before trailing soap down both her legs.

Charlie held up his index finger, spinning it in a circle, motioning for her to turn around. Once she was facing the wall, he used his soapy hands to massage her shoulders, moving down her back. He passed his hands over her butt, before washing the backs of her legs. Turning her back around, he pressed their fronts together as the water rinsed her.

Charlie held her close, not moving for a long time. Bryn could feel the temperature of the water dropping as they stood there. Pulling back from his embrace, Bryn turned around to shut the water off. They each stepped out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel. Charlie led her out of the bathroom and over to the bed. He sat down on the bed, adjusting his towel to cover his lap, as he pulled her in between his legs. Letting go of the towel, Bryn stood in front of him, physically and emotionally naked. Her heart was swelling with each passing second, as they stared deeply into each other’s souls.