ride  on!
Nine in the morning arrived and past, nine-thirty drew
near. Mercedes was in the garage polishing her bike.
In the distance, she heard the unmistakable sound of
a Harley Davidson approaching. She didn’t look up;
there were thousands of them. The sound was close
now—her stomach had butterflies.
Please be Corry, please, please.
The sound stopped in her driveway. Mercedes looked
up. She tried to project agitation in her eyes at his
tardiness and neglect of his promised phone call. He
should have called. Her feelings were hurt, not a
good start, and she was willing to give him the
benefit of the doubt too easily. Maybe he had a good
reason.
She looked back down at her Duc and polished some
chrome, not allowing him to see she wasn’t mad at him.
Mercedes was aware of every move he made without
looking. She could feel his male heat before he
stepped off the Fat Boy. Dressed in jeans, a black tee
shirt with a Harley Davidson logo and Harley
Davidson motorcycle boots, he looked edible. That
thought had gone through her mind several hundred
times since he’d left her at the door, after seeing her
home.
His boots crunched the sand on the driveway. She
still didn’t look up. About the time she saw his boot
tips, his cologne met her nose, making her crazy. She
glanced up; his eyes were on fire. She shivered and
the thought of knocking him down right there went
through her mind.
“I’m late and I didn’t call. I’m sorry.” His tone was
repentant.
“Will you still ride with me today?”
Blunt, straight to the point. He accepted
responsibility for his actions and was gorgeous, what
more was there to want? Mercedes looked up, then
stood, their eyes joined. She was accustomed to men
giving her the look, but not like this. Desire didn’t
describe it, passion and need was there too— and pain.
Without conscious action, she tenderly touched his
cheek. “You don’t look well, are you sure you’re up
to a ride? Want to come in?”
“Yeah, that might be good.” Corry was surprised she
would invite him in after he hadn’t called and was
late.
“Come on, I’ll fix breakfast for us.” They ate a hearty
breakfast of homemade waffles and bacon. Neither
talked much. Corry assisted and Mercedes found he
was good in the
kitchen.
“Ready for that ride?” he asked.
“Sure…” They bumped into each other in the small
kitchen. The contact was explosive. Instantly their
mouths joined. Both still tasted of sweet syrup,
bacon and orange juice.
Mercedes’ hands grabbed the two globes of his butt.
She’d dreamed of those perfect orbs for the last
two nights. His arms pulled her close. His hard cock
pressed the zipper of his jeans against the material of
hers. Her breasts, the nipples already like little
pebbles, pushed into his Harley shirt. She pulled the
black shirt from his pants to touch his sculpted,
lightly haired chest and back.
Urgency and need were the only thoughts in her mind.
She had wanted him since she saw him. It was unlike
her to fall into bed with just any man—but this wasn’t
just any man. His warm hands were on her naked
breasts, her shirt having gone the same way his did.
“Boots…” he rasped. “Damn boots.”
Both broke apart to unlace and get the heavy biker
boots off. Mercedes succeeded first and left her
boots and jeans between the kitchen and her
bedroom. He was quick to follow.
RIDE ON !
by Sultry Summers
While listening to the song "Ride On!" sang by Celtic Thunder, about a man who
couldn't ride a horse as high spirited, or as fast as his lady loves' horse. The story
"Ride On" came to me. Though not about horses of the four legged kind, more of
the two wheeled with far more horses driving its speed than in the song. The lyrics
served as great inspiration, and is the song playing on this page.
For that reason, in "Ride On!" the story, Mercedes' motorcycle's decorative "gecko
lights" are "wild and green".  In the song, the horses' eyes are - wild and green.
I hope my readers will enjoy the story, always remembering that motorcycles, much
like horses, can have a spirit wild and free. Some with a throttle that can "jump"
from beneath the rider faster than the rider can blink!    RIDE ON! What a thrill!