Right now, they had one final secret to deal with. When was the last time she’d been on the back of his bike? Too long. On the weekend, he’d make time for them to go on a ride together. See the fall colours. Whatever. Just have her legs wrapped around his hips, her breasts pressed into his back, for more than the two minute hop into town. This was going to be a tease, but a worthwhile one. He pulled out his phone to text Evan then thought better of it. Both West brothers would be at work. Which was a sweet ride to the far side of town and back. Even better. When she stepped out of the house, decked out in snug faded jeans tucked into knee-high leather boots and a curve-hugging white nylon jacket that managed to zip up to her neck and still show off her gorgeous rack, he was tempted to abandon the plan and slide right back inside for the rest of the afternoon. Inside the house. Inside Carrie. Instead, he satisfied his base urges with a low wolf-whistle, and he didn’t bother telling his chubby to go away.
