Rebound With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Provocative Romance) by Ava May Read Free Book Online

go. He asked where she lived and she told him the directions.
    “Got it!” he yelled over the sound of the motorcycles engine. “Put your arms around my waist and we’ll get going.”
    She was glad for the helmet as she placed her arms around his waist. Her face blushed, and by the feel of it, she was sure that she looked something like Rudolph at the moment. His abs were hard against her hands as he gunned the bike and pulled out onto the highway. She had visions the whole ride home about what it would feel like to touch those abs without a shirt in between them and her hands. His hair was blown out behind him by the wind, and to Sara he looked the part of the bad boy. The wind was cool against her face, so she nuzzled into his shoulders and felt that she could live there for the rest of her life.
    When they pulled into her driveway her heart dropped in her chest. She had hoped that the ride would go on forever. He shut off the motorcycle and put down the kick stand so she could climb off. She swung her leg over and got off the bike. For a moment, she stood there not knowing what to say, and then she realized that she still had his helmet on. She pulled it off with a nervous laugh and handed it to him.
    “Thanks.” She said.
    “Not a problem.”
    “How much do I owe you for gas?” She dug into her jeans pocket for money.
    “Not a damn thing.” He smiled. “I offered to take you home. If I would have wanted money I would have told you. What you can do to repay me is tell me how the hell I get to Scottsdale from here.”
    She gave him the directions and he started his motorcycle up. As he pulled out of the driveway she stood and waved like an idiot. For a long time after he had left, she stood and stared off in the direction that he had went, thinking about what it would have been like for him to have kissed her. Her mother came out in her night gown and ushered her inside with a thousand different questions about how the night went and who her new friend was.
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    Dan started going to her school a few days later and for the first week she tried to keep her distance, but fate or something had another idea. No matter how hard she tried to avoid him, they always seemed to end up in the same place at the same time. It just happened to turn out that he had the same gym class as her. She pretended not to notice him at first, but he came right up to her with a smile on his face.
    She wanted so badly for him to ask her out, but he never did. He would invite her over to his house to study or play video games; he would take her out so they could listen to music and cruise in his car. But he never once asked her on a date. Sure, they ate food when they were out and she would pretend that they were dating when other people looked at them, but deep down in her heart, she knew that she was just one of the boys to him. She wondered sometimes if he even saw her as a woman.
    Over the next year of high school, she watched him take out girl after girl. All of the girls in school wanted him and many of them had him. He took Cindy Cantwell to the senior prom. Sara pretended to be sick and stayed home. When she didn’t go to the prom that night, Dan left his date alone and came to her house to see if she was alright. He told her that he thought she might have gotten into a wreck or something, and after some sweet-talking, he got her to go to the prom with him. His date was pissed when he got back, but he told her to buzz off. Sara’s heart soared when he said that, but his next words made it come crashing back down to reality. He told Cindy that his friend wasn’t feeling so hot and he’d chose friends over a woman anytime. Although she felt even worse than she had before she went to prom, Sara danced with Dan for a few of the songs and tried to put on a happy face. She knew that he wasn’t buying it, but she just didn’t have the energy to try any harder.
    When they graduated, Dan didn’t go to college, so she didn’t