Brantley's POV:

The familiar rumble of the motorcycle as is idled beneath me was something I hadn't realized I needed. It centered me in a way that left me feeling lighter than I had in months. Which made sense considering it had been months since I had taken the bike for more than just a ride up and down the driveway just to make sure the battery stayed charged. Having two kids who both needed to be in car seats didn't allow me to ride my Harley as much as I would want. But I would never trade time with my kids in order to feel the wind on my face since time was the most valuable thing that we could have.

I pulled the bike up to Delaney's parents home, parking the bike in the drive and switching the engine off. I hung my helmet on the handle bar and walked to the door. My heart raced as I climbed the steps, forcing me to take a deep breath to soothe them before knocking on the wooden door. I'd barely lowered my hand from the door when it was pulled open, revealing Delaney.

Starting with her feet, I smiled as I noticed she had on a pair of riding boots. They weren't the kind most people had when it came to riding motorcycles, but they would definitely add a layer of protection if the worst were to happen and we ended up in a crash. My eyes trailed upwards slowly, taking in the jeans that had that distressed look for years of repeated washes and hugged her legs in just the right way. Her shirt –a tight white tank top– molded to her chest, showing off her amazing tits. My mouth watered instantly as the urge to dip my tongue into the low scoop of the neckline, my cock on the same page.

Just like it had been every time that I've seen her since she got back to town, her face had a light dusting of makeup but it wasn't so heavy that you couldn't see the sprinkling of freckles that danced across the bridge of her nose. However, she had dialed up the intensity of the eyeliner, making her green eyes seem brighter, forcing whoever gazed upon them to become even more lost in their green depths.

Her dark hair hung down the center of her back in a simple braid and all the caveman in me could think about was the fact that it would make it easy for me to wrap the long dark locks around my fist so to add a bit of pain to the the pleasure I was giving her as I fucked her from behind. Again, my cock throbbed with interest, begging me to act on the things that I really wanted to do.

Before I even realized that I had made a move, my left hand was cupping the nape of her neck and my right was on her hip and I was pulling her to me. I placed my lips over hers, feeling that jolt of electricity that I was becoming to think of as familiar when it came to her. Delaney's hands fisted in my black t-shirt as she melted into my embrace, just as lost in the moment as I was.

Reality slowly came back to me telling me that I needed to break the kiss. But fuck I didnt want to. I could stand here like this kissing her all fucking day. But doing that would be disrespectful to her parents, to her kids, and to her since I had promised her a date.

"Hey, you." Said Delaney, her voice lilty from the depths the kiss we had shared had taken her. God, I loved it when her voice became like that. It gave me a glimpse of what she would sound like as she laid naked and panting as she came down from one of the many orgasms that I was more than capable of giving. Not to toot my own fucking horn or anything but the woman I was with was my main priority and I made it my mission to make sure that I wrung every last orgasm from her that was humanly possible.

And I would... when the time was right.

"You look beautiful." I said, stealing one more quick kiss and I laced my fingers with hers. I then stepped back and lifted our connected hands above her head and urged her to give a little twirl. I'll admit, I had a selfish reason as to why I did that; I needed to see the way the denim of her jeans hugged her amazing ass. And the denim didn't disappoint. It hugged her ass perfectly, the little rhinestones across the pockets glistening in the sunlight.

She'd just completed the twirl when the sound of little feet running through the house landed on my ears. Within seconds, Chloe and Colton came running up towards us. What shocked me was that they skirted their mother, each of them running directly into me and hugging my legs tightly as they both yelled my name. I ruffled the hair on their heads before pulling back from them, looking down into their eyes.

It was then that the realization of how much they looked like their mother –and like one another–hit me. Twins didn't always look identical but aside from the fact that Colton had short hair and Chloe had long hair like her mother, it was almost impossible to tell them apart. They both had Delaney's green eyes, the same sprinkling of freckles across their noses, the same little cupid's bow over their top lip.

"Hey you two. Yall benign good today?"

"We're always being good. Ain't we, Mama?" said Chloe, the sass in her voice making me smile. It reminded me of Braylin and how she was full of it. I knew that I was going to hate that part of her when she reached her teenage years but it was adorable as hell right now.

"Little angels." said Delaney, the pride in her kids obvious.

"Where are you and Mama going?" Asked Colton. I followed the line of his eyes, noticing he was looking out at my Harley.

"Gonna take your mama on a little ride through the country." I said. "If that's okay with you."

"It's fine," Chloe answered before Colt could. "Pop-Pop and Gigi are taking us to the movies and then to get pizza."

"And we better hurry if we want to make it to the theater before the movie starts." said Nick, making his entrance. He had his arm slung over Gwen's shoulder, giving me a picture of how the two had looked when they were teenagers.

Both kids gave Delaney hugs before doing the same to me and barrelling out the door towards Gwen's SUV. Not for the first time since having kids did I envy the amount of natural energy they had. What I wouldn't give to be able to be wide open as a kid. Man, the shit I could accomplish in a day...

"You two have fun." said Gwen as she walked past us, a smile that was a mirror image of her daughters.

"Take good care of her." Nick said to me as he gestured towards my Harley. "Not that I have to tell you that since I know you will. I just wanted to reiterate."

"I promise not to harm a single hair on her head, sir."

Nick waved a hand in the air dismissing my 'sir' before looking back at her daughter. "And Ladybug, don't rush home. Your mama and I have the kids tonight and you deserve a few hours to enjoy yourself. All I ask is that when you do come home, make it before the sun is coming up." With that as his parting words, he left Delaney and I standing on the porch as he climbed into the driver's seat of his wifes SUV. Delaney wrapped her arms around my waist as her parents gave waves and a toot of the horn as they pulled away.

I placed a kiss atop of her head and pulled her tightly against me, resting her head against my chest. "So, are you ready to feel the wind on your face?"

"I thought you would never ask." she said, looking up at me. "I have to admit though, I've never ridden a motorcycle so I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"All you have to do is hold on." I said.

Delaney's POV:

I stood beside the gleaming black Harley as Brantley placed my helmet on my head, making sure the chin strap was securely in place. I'd be lying through my teeth if I said that the racing of my heart was only because I was near Brantley. Truth was, I was both scared, excited, and nervous to ride on the back of this thing. But even as the nerves I was experiencing threatened to take over, there was a sudden feeling of easiness that outweighed it and I knew it had to do with the man that I was about to take my first ride with.

Once the helmet was secure, Brantley leaned down and placed a quick kiss on my lips before swinging his leg over the bike. I watched as he worked quickly to place his helmet on his head. When he was done, he held his hand out to me and said "swing your leg over the back." I did as she said, settling down onto the leather seat that was surprisingly cushiony.

"Slide closer to. Press your legs against my hips."

"Okay". I did as he said then, closing the tiny gap between us.

"Now, wrap your arms around my waist. But not too tightly. That's it." he said, telling me that I was doing exactly what he wanted me to do.. "And make sure that your feet on the back pegs and that and that you are careful not to touch the pipes with your legs. Don't want you getting burned."

And then the motorcycle roared to life, rumbling beneath me. Brantley let it idle for a few seconds before yelling over the sound of the engine. "Ready?"

"Yep." I yelled in return.

Within seconds, Brantley turned the bike around and was creeping out of the driveway. Even though we were practically creeping, I could already tell that I was going to love the feeling of being on this bike. That feeling was confirmed when Brantley pulled out onto the pavement and picked up speed.

There was something to be said about the feeling of freedom that came with being out on the open road with the wind on your face and in your hair. The only thing I knew to compare it to was that feeling you got when you were sitting on the back of a horse and you were racing across a pasture. But even that couldn't compare to this because well... that didn't include the smell of man, leather, and fresh air; nor did riding the horse give you the chance to have the man sitting in front to grip your thigh possessively each time he reached a straight stretch of highway.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that no matter what else we did today, this would be a date that I would never forget.