When I returned with his coffee, Adam sat with Mum and a few of the aunties. They laughed at something he had said. I put the coffee in front of him. He ran his hand over my hip.

Mum playfully slapped it away. "Adam, I know she's pretty, but didn't your mother teach you to respect girls?"

He took a sip of coffee and grinned at her. "I do respect her, Deidre, but I have to keep trying even though she keeps saying no to me. I am a man after all."

She gushed and waved his comment away with her hand.

I was in shock that he had won her over and even more staggered when she said, "They never change, do they? Every generation of males is the same. One-tracked mind. I'm pleased my girl has more sense than to be conned by a good-looking man. You never know, Adam, if you play your cards right, maybe it'll be your engagement party, I'll be organising next."

He laughed. "Does that mean I'm not allowed to try before I buy?"

She slapped him again.

Oh my God, if only she knew. I rolled my eyes at them and walked away as the aunties laughed with him.

The cake was brought out. As soon as the song was sung, Adam whispered in my ear, "Can we go now?"

I smiled at him and fluttered my eyelids. "You know you'll be dropping me off and going home like a good boy since I'm a good girl and won't let you touch me."

He pinched my bum and laughed. "What was I supposed to say? I fucked your daughter before I knew her name."

"Adam, don't say it like that, it doesn't sound very nice," I gasped. "It makes me sound like a slut."

He slipped his arms around me and kissed my neck. "It was nice, very, very nice and if you're a slut then I'm one too because I told you I wasn't easy."

I pinched his cheek as I said, "It's not quite the same if you're a guy, as you would have found out when you told your mates. They probably high-fived you and patted you on the back, whereas mine scolded me and told me what a bad thing I had done."

Adam cocked his head at me. "I didn't tell my mates. You told your girlfriends?"

"You know I did," I puzzled. "When you came around the night you took me to Kye's. Why else would they have known who you were? I had to confess my sins, Train Guy."

Adam shook his head, bewildered. "Girls are weird. Why do you tell each other everything? I don't get it."

"It's a girl thing. You're not meant to get it, but just accept it. A bit like men and cars or beer and football or whatever you're into."

He laughed, kissed me and then pleaded, "So can we go now because I have the biggest hard-on? I can't wait to take this dress off you."

"You don't like my dress?"

"I love your dress, honey," Adam purred. "But I love what's underneath it even better." He ran his hand over my backside and down the back of my thigh.

The silky fabric rubbing on my skin accentuated his touch. I stood on tiptoes and cupped his face. "You better stop doing that because my knickers are wet enough already."

"Let's go home." Adam put his lips to my neck.

Goosebumps erupted over my body. I sighed, "Okay."

Mum and Dad walked us to the front of the house. Adam shook Dad's hand and kissed Mum on the cheek. I'm sure she blushed.

"Where did you park?" I couldn't see the truck, so he must have come in the Ute.

Adam walked to the front door, picked up two motorbike helmets and pointed across the road with one of them.

"You're not taking her home on that?" Mum gasped.

Adam grimaced. "Yeah...I am."

The Harley I had seen in his shed was parked across the road.

He cocked his head. "Are you okay with it?"

"I hope I can get my leg over in this dress, and how will I take my bag of clothes home?"

"I'll strap it to the back," Adam said, and then asked me again, "Are you okay about riding with me? Do you trust me?"

"Of course," I laughed.

Mum gasped again, "Tom, you're not going to let him take her on that."

Dad shrugged and laughed. "Deidre, the girl isn't a child anymore. I'm sure Adam's a responsible man and won't take any risks. Will you son?" He patted Mum on the back, saying, "We all rode bikes or has that slipped your mind?"

"No, but that's...that's a big bike."

Dad shook his head and crossed the road. "It's a beautiful bike. Has Daniel seen this? Go and get him, Jazz."

Adam frowned. I shrugged and whispered. "It'll serve you right for bringing it. Now the whole family will be out in force."

Daniel whistled. "Bloody hell, I bet that set you back a few dollars?" Adam didn't answer. Daniel ran his hand over the chrome and said, "Can I take it for a spin around the block?"

"Sure...how much have you had to drink?" Adam asked.

Daniel held up two fingers. "Two, I've got to drive home."

Adam handed him one of the helmets. Belinda clapped her hands and jumped in the air, so Adam gave her the other one. "Take it along the highway if you like," he said. "Just bring it back in one piece. I don't own it yet," he added, dropping the keys into Daniel's hand.

"All right." Daniel slapped Adam on the back. "You're alright for a wanker."

Adam laughed and shook his head. "Don't you remember what I said I'd do to you if you didn't stop calling me names?"

"I remember." Daniel winked. "But Jazz will hate you if you tear out my voice box, and my name-calling is said with the greatest affection."

"Whatever you say, Daniel. Whatever you say."

By the time Daniel and Belinda got on the bike, half the party was on the footpath. It roared into life. Belinda squealed and waved as Daniel took off.

Dad patted Adam on the shoulder. "I hope you have it insured."

"Yeah," he said. "It's insured."

Everyone headed back inside. I followed, but Adam took hold of my hand. "How about we wait until they come back?"

"They could be ages, if I know Daniel." I blew out a breath. "You shouldn't have said to go on the highway."

"Riding a Harley around the block isn't the same as riding one on the highway."

"True," I said and let him pull me towards him. "You know you've postponed doing what you want by two hours."

Adam smirked and kissed me. "Maybe."

I put my hand on his lips. "What do you mean maybe?"

"Your parents have a nice, dark, bushy garden." He led me towards it.

I dug my heels into the ground and looked around. No one was in sight. "Adam...not a good idea."

He laughed, lifted me and said, "Yeah, it is."

Adam carried me into the bushes against the house. He put me on my feet and then kissed me again. My heart pounded as he undid the strap of my dress. It slid to the ground, then he lifted me, put my back against the wall and suckled my breast. I gasped for breath as he ran his tongue over my nipple. I couldn't believe I was in my parents' front garden in knickers and stilettos, ready to have sex with the hottest man alive. He threaded his fingers into my underpants and brushed them against my silky skin. "Adam..." I gasped and cradled his head.

The sensations he created escalated. I couldn't wait. "Please...I want you."

Adam juggled me with one arm as he undid his jeans. His breathing was as desperate as mine, our mouths fought to stay joined.

"Jasmine...you're beautiful. So...fucking beautiful."

I moaned against his mouth. The wonderful sensations I longed for built inside of me. I was on the verge and couldn't stop myself from crying out.

Adam gasped. Our bodies pulsated in unison as we both dragged in air. He used his weight to hold me against the wall and rested his forehead and forearms on the bricks.

I held onto Adam with my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. When he was in control of his breathing, he laughed and kissed my mouth. "You're gonna kill me one day, woman." He gripped my backside and jerked me against him. "This is where I want to stay forever." Adam kissed me again.

I'm sure he was going to start over, but the voices of people saying goodbye came to us. He put me on my feet and then picked up my dress. I slipped it over my head and did the clasp while he stepped into his jeans.

Someone said, "Where are Jasmine and Adam?"

We both struggled not to laugh.

Another person said, "They probably went for a walk while Daniel is on his bike. Adam will be lucky if he gets it back before sunrise." Footsteps sounded. A car started and then drove away.

When we couldn't hear anyone, we snuck out and leaned against the fence like naughty school kids.

Adam grinned at me and drew me closer. "Jasmine?"

"Yeah."

"I love fucking you."

I burst into laughter. "You could say it respectfully."

Adam touched my face. "Like how?"

I mimicked his deep voice, "Jasmine, I love making love with you."

"But that's not what we did, sweetheart. That was fucking. I'm sorry, but there is a difference."

I leant against him and whispered, "Yeah...that was fucking. Do you want to do it again?"

He laughed, kissed my neck and ran his hands under my skirt. "Are you being a horny little slut?"

"Yeah, I am," I purred.

He slid his hands higher as the roar of the Harley echoed down the road. Adam laughed. "Now you'll have to wait until we get home."

The ride was exhilarating. The rest of the night was amazing.  

Gosh, these two just can't keep there hands off each other!!

Well... it is a romance story, tagged erotica.  I hope I'm delivering, hahaha.  I must admit I've had to tone this book down a lot. ;)

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