Honey In The Rock (Sweet & Dirty BBW #5)(73)By: Cathryn Cade
She squinted at the brilliant yellow car. “Wow, bet you had a fun drive,” she said.
“She rides like a dream,” Eric said proudly. “I’d offer to give you a ride, but I don’t want your boyfriend to tear me apart, limb by limb, like a forest troll.”
“I’m sorry about that,” she muttered, flushing. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
Eric slid his sunglasses down over his eyes, and gave her an inscrutable look. “He knows I want to be where he is,” he told her. Then he leaned in, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and turned away, swinging into his fancy sports car.
The motor purred to life, and he back away and wheeled out into the street with a screech of tires, leaving Billie standing there, staring after him in consternation.
Booted footsteps approached, and Rocker’s warm hand landed on her shoulder. “Babe?” he asked quizzically. “You okay?”
She looked up at him, and shook her head. “He… he just said… but… I thought he was gay!”
Rocker’s brows went up and then he grinned, and pulled her into his arms. “Babe,” he said in that way he had, as if she was missing something that was obvious to him.
“What?” she asked, searching his face.
He chuckled. “He’s into you, anyone can see that. Why d’you think I was so pissed when you gave him a big, old hug? But from what you say, I’m thinkin’ your friend must swing both ways. Likes men and women. You know that’s a thing, right? Being bi.”
She stared at him for a moment, her mind fizzing and sparking like a computer circuit shorting out. Then she tipped her head forward, her forehead thunking against his chest. “Oh, my God,” she mumbled. “Tracee’s right. I do need to get my head out of the cloud. Yes, of course I know that’s a thing, but… I never even suspected he—you know, felt that way about me.”
Still chuckling, Rocker bent and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and gave her a warm squeeze with his powerful arms. “You don’t need to get your head out of anywhere. Told you, you’re perfect the way you are, gorgeous. Now, you ready to go for that ride? I’ve never had a rich gal on the back of my bike.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed. “I am rich… a little bit.”
She tipped her head back and beamed at him. “Now I can buy my own Firebird—a bright red or blue or green one.”
“You’re a nut,” he told her. “Gotta admit, you’d look good in a hot car. Just don’t start thinkin’ about motorcycles for a while yet, okay?”
“Now why would I want my own bike, honey?” she asked him. “I love riding on the back of yours, hanging onto you.”
He showed his approval of this with a kiss. “Then let’s get you on the back of my bike, so you can do that.”
It sounded perfect to her. So they did that, and it was.