The way I see it, I have two options. I could stroll into her apartment and handcuff her to the bed, teaching her a lesson for getting drunk without someone there to look out for her safety. I could bring her to the cusp of her orgasm over and over, until she promises never to put herself in danger, ever again. Or, I could lock down the whole crazy possessive shit for a little while longer and give her the benefit of the doubt, because she was at the bar she works at — well that she owns, but I’m not supposed to know that yet.

Deciding on the latter, I get in the shower to relieve some of this built up desire and frustration I’m feeling. I take the base of my cock in my hand, imagining her pouty little lips wrapped around my length, and fall back into my dream from earlier this morning. I work myself as the water cascades down my body, my forehead resting against the tiles. It won’t hold me over for long, but hopefully just long enough to take her out this morning.

I’m sitting on my idling bike out the front of her apartment when I send off a text to let her know I’m here. If I go inside, we won’t be leaving for the rest of the day. Moments later Kinsley steps outside and I drag my eyes up her body, taking in every detail.

She’s wearing white converse, black denim jeans, and a button up shirt half tucked in — I need to ask her why girls do this, is it fashion or am I missing something? Her long dark wavy hair like a waterfall flowing down her back. I wonder if she’s aware of the way her hips sway when she walks?

“Hi,” she says with a smile. I lift my chin, encouraging her closer. I would still love to walk her ass back in there and show her that she is mine, but I made my choice before I left home this morning.

I hold out a spare leather riding jacket, it’s too big for her but it will have to do until I get her one of her own. “Put this on.” She slips on the jacket, I zip it up for her and buckle up her helmet. Kinsley wraps her arms around my waist as we take off, and it takes all my strength to focus on the road rather than the girl on the back of my bike.