“I didn’t think you’d show.”

“You’ve got to give me a chance,” he said.

She noticed him less than discreetly looking her up and down. Was he grossed out? She was known for her curves, and often the brunt of jokes around the yard. It was something she was used to but hated nonetheless.

“You ride a motorcycle?”

“You’re not afraid to get on back, are you?”

“Oh, you want me to ride on that?”

Callie had never been on a motorcycle. The thought scared her, but she did like the idea of wrapping her arms around his waist.

“It’s not so bad. You may even like it.” He reached out and ran a section of her hair between his fingers. She was glad she let it down.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said.

“Brick.”

He used a nickname? She wasn’t going to complain. It did suit him.

Brick got back on the bike, started it up, then nodded behind him. She may be twenty-six, but she was still innocent when it came to men. This was all new to her.

She used the excuse to touch him, resting her hand on his shoulder as she straddled the bike. He was hard, and something stirred inside her from the simple touch.

“Hold on tight. These roads aren’t friendly.”

She slid her arms around him. Her pussy tingled, and it wasn’t just from the vibration of the engine. He hit the gas and they were off, the wind whipping through her hair. The breeze felt like heaven, and she closed her eyes, savoring all the new sensations.

Town wasn’t far off, so they were soon driving slowly through the streets, finally pulling into one of the strip malls. He parked in front of a restaurant.

“How was it?” he asked once they were both standing on solid ground again.

“Fun and terrifying.” She smiled. Growing up in a dysfunctional family made her a good judge of character. Her intuition was usually right, and all the vibes she got from Brick made her feel comfortable.

She tried to pull her t-shirt down farther, to cover her hips. He noticed what she was doing.

“What are you trying to do?”

Callie’s cheeks heated. “Cover up? I didn’t have time to change.”

He shook his head. “Don’t try to hide yourself from me. If I didn’t like what I saw, I wouldn’t have asked you to dinner.”

“But—”

“Callie, you have a big, juicy ass. What more could a man want?” He held out his hand and she took it. It felt like the most intimate thing in the world. Brick was completely no holds barred, and she doubted he even realized what he said was inappropriate. She loved that he wasn’t trying to play games or put on an act. He was real, confident, and the sexiest man she’d ever met.

They entered the restaurant, and everyone seemed to glance in their direction. Were they that much of an odd couple? Her insecurities got the better of her. Maybe they thought he was too good for her. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself together. Dating was new to her, so she had to follow his lead.