Curvy Attraction

By Christa Wick

"Ride with me."

 

Three simple words. A seemingly perfect solution after my car breaks down.

 

So why am I so nervous about this? Sure, I've harbored the biggest crush on him for over a decade. But one road trip isn't going to clue him in on that well-kept secret.

 

I can't put my finger on what's making this ride feel like a big deal. That is, until he pulls me close and revs the hard rumbling engine of his bike. 

 

Okay, things are definitely different.

 

And the ride hasn't even begun yet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christa Wick
• Release date: Nov 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223284321

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Saturday morning, with the sun already melting my brain, I stuck my head out the driver side window of my ancient sedan and tried to start the engine.

The car responded with the same anemic click-whirr-click as the last dozen attempts. But as annoying as I found the sound, I would have happily tried a hundred more times if the man working on the engine promised to stay bent over the motor with his gorgeous, muscled butt canted in my direction.

Stretching, Aiden Perry shifted to fiddle with another engine part, causing his hips and shirtless torso to flex for even more of my viewing pleasure.

Drawing a breath in to slow my racing heart, I continued to secretly ogle his body while he worked, car troubles now the last thing on my mind.

Only a decade older than my twenty-three years, Aiden was a total wet dream—every inch of his body sculpted perfection molded from the long hours spent building custom hot rods and motorcycles in the shop he owns with my dad.

I was six when my parents finally let me on the garage floor more or less unattended, and naturally, I chose to follow Aiden everywhere he went, but shyly so—dancing around the periphery of his vision until I was maybe nine and could actually be of some help in fetching tools or a glass of water for him.

That pretty much continued until I moved away to college five years ago.

If possible, seeing him like this again, shirtless, working hard with his hands, doing something he was passionate about, was affecting me even more now than it used to.

He turned then, just the slightest bit, to make another clanging adjustment to my engine and the bulge at the front of his jeans casually swung into view.

Instantly, my nipples puckered tight to the hard points I’d been sporting on and off for the last hour, each time accompanied with a new item added to the mental inventory I was keeping of things I wanted to do to his body.

Once more, Cece.

Pulling his head from under the hood, Aiden cast his gaze in my direction when I didn’t immediately comply.

My stomach clenched, hooked by those dark brown eyes with their thick fringe of black lashes. The response was automatic, familiar from frequent repetition. Aiden has just always had this way of focusing his attention on me that’s like one of those moments in a film where the hero gazes at the heroine, and her soul becomes forever branded by the look.

On cue, my heart started banging around in my chest like an orangutan beating on a big metal drum.

Thump-thump-thump.

While it never went how it typically does in the movies, our moments would always end in a way that gave me flutters. A slow, hooded blink from Aiden that effectively severed the intense connection, while still making me think that something big had almost, almost nearly happened.

Baby girl? He lifted one amused brow and I realized that I had completely zoned out watching his sexy slow-blink.

I quickly redirected my attention to the dashboard and tried desperately to ignore the fountain of arousal practically pouring out into my panties. I reached for the steering column, but got distracted again when my generous butt shifted forward in the seat with just enough friction to drag an achy sound past my lips that I was thankful he was too far to hear.

Earth to Cece.

Aiden stuck his gorgeous, chiseled face through the window, and reached in to put his big hand on mine, closing my fingers around the ignition key. Now turn, he teased, almost directly in my ear.

Blushing, I tried to start the car again. The clicks came faster and more robustly this time, but still petered out after a few seconds. Letting go of the keys, I looked over at Aiden to get the final verdict.

I watched his jaw move from side to side as he silently studied the engine some more, his mouth set in a grim line over whatever he was seeing. Even when he was frowning, his lips were absolute perfection—generous but not too thick, and usually a direct line to whatever he was thinking. With a mouth like that, I just knew he had to be a great kisser. And I’d spent the better part of the last decade wondering what it would feel like to nibble on that full bottom lip, or have his mouth open against my skin, lips trailing down my neck--

When he leaned down and swiped the center of his top lip with first tongue then teeth, my wondering soon spiraled into full-blown fantasizing, the sheen of new moisture on his lip triggering a spasm that squeezed at my gut…and lower.

A whimper climbed up my throat. But I swallowed it down, biting at the inside of my cheek to conquer the mutinous sound.

I knew I couldn't last much longer without dipping into the house to somehow relieve this growing tension. But I was half afraid to leave the vehicle. Aiden had me so wet I fully expected to squelch when I walked away, as surely as if I had on a pair of wet sneakers.

Still, things were getting desperate—I was getting desperate. Making a decision, I pulled the key from the ignition. I definitely needed to rub one out before I came on the spot then died a few seconds later from absolute embarrassment.

Normally, I could have handled being in Aiden’s prolonged company without taking such desperate measures, but today--

Bad news, Cece.

I looked up at his sympathetic face and felt my shoulders slump. "Damn. Well, I'll just have to..." I trailed off and gave him a blank look, realizing I had no idea what I was going to do. Aside from not being able to drive out to meet up with my parents today, I wouldn’t be able to drive back to school for classes on Monday unless I could get it fixed in the next two days.

My parents were already at the vacation lake house; they’d left yesterday while I’d been on the road driving through the night. I’d made it here by midnight and slept in my old room until seven this morning, only to find myself stuck in my parents’ driveway an hour later with an engine that wouldn't turn over.

That’s why I’d broken down and called Aiden, managing to just catch him before he left the shop and joined my parents at the lake.

Guess I’ll have this place all to myself this weekend while I try and find a shop that’ll be able to fix my car by Sunday, I sighed.

Hold on, flutterby. Aiden captured my wrist as I passed him. "There is one other alternative."

CHAPTER TWO

I stilled immediately. Aiden hadn't called me flutterby in years.

I held the word dearer than any other pet name he or anyone else called me by because Aiden only used to use it sparingly, and only when we were alone.

Though I’d come home on the weekends at least once or twice a month during my first two years of undergrad, in my junior and senior year, those trips back here had been reduced down to just the holidays and my parents’ birthdays. It’d thus been a while since I’d seen my parents since starting grad school this fall, and even longer since I’d seen Aiden.

Hearing the affectionate nickname after so long had my voice thick as I asked softly, What alternative?

Simple. Ride with me to the lake. And I’ll call in a favor to have someone fix your car while we’re gone. He secured my opposite elbow then tugged me toward his big, hard body until my stomach and breasts pushed against his torso.

I inhaled deeply, pulling my stomach as tight as possible and arching my shoulders until only my breasts pressed against him. My brain melted from the hot riot of sensations and need the contact created. All of me melted, really, until I was one giant marshmallow, gooey and yielding to the animal heat of his flesh.

It took all of two seconds before the sensation faded and I started to panic. I knew I couldn't press against him like that and not embarrass myself badly. My nipples were practically stabbing at his chest and I was all but squirming from the feel of his skin against mine.

Possessed, I wanted to rub against him, both of us naked, and feel him slide hard and deep into the heavy river of arousal he had undammed inside me.

Quickly scrambling away from him, I racked my brain for a different solution to the one he’d proposed. Eyeing the motorcycle he wanted me to ride with him, the one he’d custom built from scratch, I asked desperately, "Are you sure you can’t fix it? At least enough to get me to the lake?"

Afraid not. That sound it's making probably means the part is cracked on the underside. Even if I could get it to start, I'm damn sure not letting you drive it; it could leave you stranded out in the middle of nowhere.

Half a foot taller and at least thirty pounds heavier than me, he wrapped one thick arm around my waist. Now stop being a scaredy cat and hop on. He bent until only a few inches separated us then lightly kissed my forehead.

Stunned, I didn’t even try to resist