Ride to Restoration (Ride Series Book 2) (35 page)

Chapter
67

M
ajor,
being the earliest riser in the group, woke us up at twenty after five on this
fine Candi Day +1. After nuzzling my arm and getting no response, he promptly
walked around the bed and nuzzled Candi. She jumped — cold, wet nose to
warm cheek works every time.

Feeling
something or someone next to me, I opened my eyes to a dog
’
s nose, planted eye level on
the bed next to my cheek.
“
Major
—
yuck!
”

“
I think he wants to go out, baby.
”

Pulling
the pillow over my head, I groaned,
“
It
’
s all you, D. He
’
s your dog.
”

“
Yep and thanks to you ... a homeless dog at that.
”

That hurts, even if it
’
s true.
“
That
’
s not fair!
”

“
Who said life
’
s fair? Sometimes, it down
right sucks. The way I see it, if it wasn
’
t for you baby doll, he
’
d be at home right now
letting his own self out, not waiting for an escort from a fifth floor, ocean
front, hotel room.
”

I
pounded him with my pillow. Then, I relented,
“
You
’
re right, hold on Major. I
’
ll take you for a walk.
Where are my clothes?
”

I
slipped onto the floor and tossed Candi a handful of twisted strings.
“
Your thong, or what
’
s left of it. Guess you
’
ll go commando today,
”
I chuckled.

“
You wish big boy, it
’
s not good to go commando in
jeans. Rubs my woo-hoo the wrong way. I know you don
’
t want that.
”
He chuckled.
“
Don
’
t laugh
 —
it
’
s about proper hygiene.
”

“
Really? ... I never knew there was a trick to it. TMI if
you ask me.
”

“
I didn
’
t ask you,
”
I
growled sexily.
“
I
told
you. Slut that you are, you should always
know where it
’
s been before you kiss it, lick it, tease it
—
down here,
”
I
cooed, seductively inserting my middle finger and swiping my swelling
excitement across his inviting lips.

I
licked it off.
“
You taste like me, baby.. ... day-old salty ... hmmm ...
and sweet. FYI, I
’
ve never licked a pussy I didn
’
t pet first. Have to test
the water before you jump in, you know.
 
Major, my boy, you will have to wait.
”

The
dog looked painfully on the verge. Then again, so was I.
“
Major, I
’
m sorry.
”
I squirmed sideways on the bed.
“
This won
’
t take long I promise,
”
widely exposing my nether regions to D
’
s wanting eyes.
“
Will it, baby?
”

“
Nope,
”
was
the second word that came to mind, before I planted my mouth where her finger
had been. I dove in ... tongue extended ... inhaling ... then tasting ... the
flavor of our making.

Something
is missing
... I remembered ...
“
My toy ... baby, where
’
s my toy?
”

I
 
eventually came up for air.
“
In my bag,
”
I replied, catching my breath and a short break while I got
up and rummaged through my pack.
“
Found it,
”
holding up the well-traveled BOA for Candi to see.
“
Be right back,
”
I mumbled, disappearing into the bathroom to wash it twice
with hot soapy water.
If she knew where it
’
s been, I bet she
’
d change her mind ... or
maybe not. It
’
s a toy and toys are meant to
be shared. Or are they?

Where
’
d he go in
such a hurry?
“
D,
something wrong?
”

“
Fresh batteries, baby. I must have left it on.
”
Grinning sheepishly.
“
Now, where was I?
”

The
insertion of the BOA, below, beside and on top of my talented twisting tongue
tickler, accelerated her climactic conclusion considerably. Four body shivers,
two bucking broncs, one muffled moan and three Oh Baby
’
s signaled we had arrived. Looking into Candi
’
s sparkling brown eyes, I asked,
“
satisfied, precious?
”

“
I am, completely. Thank you, baby. ... Now you.
”

“
I
’
m good. This morning was all you.
”
Rising from the bed, I brought Candi her bag from the
closet and leaned over the bed for a kiss.
“
Major prefers we both join
him on his walk. We can shower later and you can wash my back.

“
I
’
ll take you up on your offer on one condition
—”
I winked.

“
Yes?
”

“
Bring me a warm, wet, soapy washcloth. Then please wash me
off your face and out of your beard. You smell gross.
”

I've
heard that before.
“
If
that
’
s
not the pot calling the kettle black. It just proves my point.
”

“
I got it. You never petted a pussy you didn
’
t lick ... or something like
that. Was I close?
”

I
smiled.
“
Close enough.
”

Chapter
68

I
t
was a few minutes after six when the three of us left the room. Why shouldn’t
there be four? “I’ll meet you in the lobby. Maybe I can get Mile to join us for
an early morning romp on the beach.”

“
It
’
s feast or famine with you, D. You just can
’
t get enough...
”

“
It
’
s
who I am. Seriously, who wants to hang around with a gimp all day? Might do
Mile some good to get away from the three-legged stallion.
”

“
He can
’
t walk, but at least she can ride.
”

“
My thought
’
s exactly, sidesaddle.
”

Sex ... He just had it ...
kinda ... and he still thinks about it. I give up!
“
Major and I will meet you in
the lobby.
”

Watching
them walk to the elevator, I did an about face and traipsed down the hall to
Giovanni
’
s room. Pounding on the door, I listened and waited.

Meekly
I heard
“
Yes
”
through
the door.

“
Mile, that you? Major is taking Candi and I for a walk.
Would you like to join us?
”
I
heard the latch drop. Standing before me was beautiful unabashed Mile in a
short tee shirt, a very short T-shirt
—
and only that, nothing more. I grimaced.

“
Ciao, D. Walk good. Yes I go. Gio no go,
”
strained Mile in decent English.

I
whispered,
“
Mile, you should never answer the door like this,
”
pointing at her attire.
“
You never know who it might
be.
”

She
grinned sheepishly,
“
I know, D ... You.
”

Foot
in mouth again
.
“
Clothes
on please. We'll meet you downstairs.
”
With a nod and a kiss on the cheek, Mile closed the door
while I stood there speechless.
Don
’
t even go there, slut that
you are. Walking to the elevator, I had another epiphany
—
men
have
to look. Only real men don
’
t touch. What does that make
me
—
a real man or slut?

Candi
had a black and green tea waiting for me as I stepped off the elevator.
“
Thank you, precious. I
believe this is a first. Usually, I
’
m the morning gofer.
”

“
You
’
re welcome. Don
’
t get used to it. Let
’
s just say it's for services
unselfishly rendered.
”

“
Understood. You can use my services anytime.
”

“
Mile?
”

“
No, not Mile. My services are off limits to her all the
time.
”

“
Where
’
s your head, D? Is Mile coming?
”
He grinned. ...
Geez there he goes again.
“
Is Mile walking with us?
”

“
Yes, baby, she will be down shortly.
”
What does she know that I don
’
t know she knows?
“
Candi, don
’
t take this wrong, but do
you have eyes in the back of your head? ESP maybe?
”

“
If I did, I wouldn
’
t tell you. What I can tell
you is I know by your voice when your mind is preoccupied. Since you
’
re a man, more times than
not, it
’
s
probably sexually related. At least that
’
s what I read in you.
 
Then again, I could be wrong. You tell
me.
”

I
opened my mouth and removed my foot to reply.
Whew! Saved by an elevator.

Mile,
dressed in form-fitting yoga pants and her famous tee, stepped through its
doors, immediately launching into a spirited tirade with Candi in Italian.
Safe!

With
Major leading the way and me the odd man out, I found myself walking six feet
behind the dog and twelve feet in front of the women, alone. Lucky me. In the
two miles up and back I managed to converse all of five minutes about food, as
in what
’
s
for breakfast? Narrowing it down to Cracker Barrel and IHOP, those being
nearest the Harley shop, IHOP won.
Blintzes over biscuits, go figure.

We
didn
’
t
make eight o
’
clock, but we made 8:30, dropping Major by the kennel
before IHOP called their name. Over a breakfast of crepes, pancakes and
blintzes, I stubbornly ate a patty melt, we discussed our trip north to
Savannah and Tybee Island. Driving the back roads wherever we could, I hoped we
could stay out of heavy traffic and enjoy a leisurely ride.

“
You good guide, D. You say, we go,
”
offered Gio, anxiously waiting to get this 'show on the
road.'

“
I didn
’
t do so well last time, Gio,
”
slapping his cast with my hand. He laughed.

Candi
and Mile liked the idea of staying in a historic B&B in downtown Savannah.
Gio slowly warmed to the idea as long as there were no stairs to climb.
“
Maybe a few,
”
I confessed.
“
If there
’
s more, I
’
ll carry you.
”
Looking at his sincere expression, somehow I thought he
actually believed me.