Fuck, she hadn’t worn a bra. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate on the road with her soft, full tits pressed up against me?

Willing myself to focus, I helped her put the helmet on, brushing my fingers along her chin as I buckled the strap. She looked cute as hell wearing it, and I couldn’t help but smile at the image. I pulled my own helmet on before getting on the bike, motioning for her to follow. She hiked a leg over and scooted in close to me. There wasn’t a back on ...