Lost and Found

Lost and Found


I drove north along Highway 71 still in a daze. I’d been living in New Orleans for the last ten years spending the first four attending Tulane University as an English major. I ended up getting my teacher certification and had been subbing at different schools for the last six years, but I always wanted to move back home to Bon Temps. I hadn’t spent more than a couple of days there at any given time after I’d left for college, but when one of the teachers at the local elementary school retired last month I emailed my resume to the principal and after a telephone interview I was hired.

My whole world had turned upside down just a few days earlier when my entire family had been killed by a drunk driver on this very road. They were on their way back to Bon Temps from having dinner in Shreveport to celebrate Gran’s 75th birthday when an SUV crossed over the center median and hit them head-on. Because I was due to move home this week I was going to take Gran out once I’d gotten home, otherwise I would have been in the car too. My Gran. My parents. My brother. Gone. They were all gone. I felt lost inside.

I’d been crying so much over the last few days I already had a handful of tissues clutched in my hand in preparation for another emotional breakdown as the tears started to fall again. I had just passed the exit for Shreveport when I started having trouble seeing the road through the tears so I took the next exit and pulled into the first gas station I came to.

I don’t know how long I’d been sitting there crying when I heard someone tapping on my window. After wiping my eyes and nose I rolled the window down and looked over to see the most handsome man I’d ever seen. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with black motorcycle boots over his long legs and a red plaid shirt buttoned up the front with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms and a black tank top peaking through the top. I thought the plaid shirt was odd given how hot it was outside but I guessed from the motorcycle helmet in his hand he’d worn it to protect his arms in case he got into an accident. His blond hair was pulled back with a leather tie at the nape of his neck and his blue eyes were creased with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

My breathing was still shallow from crying so much so all I could do was nod. He didn’t seem to believe me.

“Are you sure? Is there someone I can call for you?”

The tears flooded down my face as I shook my head no crying out, “There’s no one. They’re all gone.” I buried my face in my hands sobbing uncontrollably. I didn’t hear him open my door but I felt it when he wrapped his arms around me and I automatically turned into his shoulder feeling temporarily relieved to have someone hold me. He rubbed his hand up and down my back letting me ruin his shirt with my tears. I vaguely registered that he smelled of leather and motor oil with a hint of laundry detergent. Whatever it was, I liked it and I inhaled deeply before pulling away once my tears subsided to see him crouched next to my car so we were eye level.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Worry lines etched his face as he took in my appearance. “Are you sure you’re okay? You probably shouldn’t be driving right now.”

I took a few deep breaths and as soon as I felt like I could speak normally I said, “I only have a few more miles to go before I’m home.” My breath hitched when I said ‘home’, but after another deep breath I continued, “Thank you.”

He stared me down for another minute before squeezing my shoulder and standing up saying, “I’m sorry for what you’re going through.” He paused before adding, “Be careful driving home,” and then he placed his helmet onto the seat of the Harley Davidson motorcycle behind him and went into the gas station’s convenience store. I wasn’t too far gone to not notice that his shirt had ridden up at some point with the hem resting near his waist showing off his perfect derriere. Hmm, I thought, that was a nice distraction. I filed the image away in my brain so I could think about it later and pulled out of the station to get back on the highway.

About 40 minutes later I was only a few miles from the exit for Bon Temps when my car started sputtering with a lot of black smoke billowing out and a God-awful knocking noise was coming from the engine. I had just pulled over to the side of the road and turned my hazard lights on when it stalled completely. I wasn’t too surprised considering how many miles were on my 1986 Chevy Nova hatchback. It was one of the reasons I didn’t visit home more often. The guilt washed through me that I HADN’T come home a lot and now I would never get to make up that time to spend with my family. The tears started again, but I pulled myself together after a few minutes knowing I had to walk the rest of the way to Bon Temps to see if I could get someone to tow the car. I hadn’t yet replaced my cell phone after I threw it against the wall shattering it to pieces when I got the phone call telling me about the accident.

I took my wallet out of my purse and stuck it in my pocket before sticking my purse underneath the seat so I wouldn’t have to carry it with me. Once I was out of the car, I locked it and was only a few feet away when I heard the sound of a motorcycle coming up behind me. I turned to see Mr. Red Plaid Shirt pulling up behind my car. He turned the engine off and sat there for a moment as he took his helmet off. I had to admit, no matter how upset I was on the inside, the sight of him was a very nice distraction. His chest was broad and I could see the outline of his abdominal muscles through his tight tank top as well as the bulge of his biceps through his long sleeved shirt.

I watched as he got off the bike and walked towards me. A few strands of hair had pulled loose from their binding falling to the right side of his face. A small smile lit up his face as he asked, “Did you break down?”

I felt a small smile come across my own face, the first one in days, when I asked, “Do you mean me or the car?” His eyes softened when I continued, “The answer to both questions is yes.” I walked towards him closing the distance between us when he had me pop open the hood so he could look inside.

As he tinkered with the engine I came to stand behind him to add more images of his perfect backside to my internal vault while he questioned me about what the car did and how it sounded before it died. He finally stood up, pulling a bandana from his pocket to wipe the grease from his hands, and said, “It could be that the rod bearings are shot and the crankshaft has too much wiggle room, but I won’t know without getting it into my shop.”

All I heard was rods, crankshafts, and wiggle room. Those words did NOT conjure up images of my car either and instead brought up images of he and I on his bike doing all sorts of naughty things. I stood there off in my own little world feeling better for thinking about something other than what I had lost a few days earlier before I heard him say, “Miss?”

Shaking the thoughts from my head I said, “Please, call me Sookie.”

His eyes softened when he said, “I know, Sookie Stackhouse, right?”


I loved riding in the late afternoon. Ever since I opened my own shop I didn’t have as much time to go out and just ride anymore, but now that a few years had passed and my business was more established I was able to hire a couple of guys and didn’t need to be in the shop all of the time. I had gone to Shreveport to meet up with a few friends for lunch and was on my way back when I stopped to get something to drink.

The hideous yellow Chevy Nova caught my eye immediately. Being a mechanic, I had nothing against older cars, but this one in particular I just didn’t like. And to paint it yellow just made it all the more hideous. I pulled up in the space next to it and was immediately drawn in by the blond crying in the driver’s seat. I never liked seeing a woman cry but something about seeing her cry nearly broke my heart. She seemed like she was in so much pain that I was tapping on her window before I’d even made a conscious decision to do so.

When she turned to face me my heart skipped a beat. I immediately recognized her as Sookie Stackhouse. I had been wandering from town to town and state to state on my motorcycle for years. I never stayed more than a couple of months before moving on again and out of necessity I’d learned how to fix motorcycles and, later on, cars along the way. I found that I really liked it and had a knack for it so I saved up to open my own shop. I always felt like I was searching for something but I didn’t know what. I had been estranged from my parents, who were quite wealthy, because I couldn’t stand their pretentious attitude towards anyone they thought of as being in a lower class than them nor could I tolerate the girls that flocked to me wanting to live in that world. They were killed later the same year I had settled in Bon Temps when their private jet went down somewhere in the pacific and I was left as their only heir. I liked that the town was small and it had felt more like home than any of the others I’d been to so I stayed even though a part of me still felt incomplete. No one knew I came from money and they treated me just like anyone else welcoming me into their community and I opened my shop a few months later. I had yet to spend a dime of my inheritance and everything I had I earned through hard work. I’d first met Jason Stackhouse at Merlotte’s Bar and Grill and over the next few weeks I’d become acquainted Jason’s parents and his grandmother Adele after I’d been invited to her farmhouse for a fourth of July barbeque.

I had gone inside to use the bathroom and on my way back I’d stopped to look at the pictures hanging in the hall. My eyes stayed locked on the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Her blond hair was the same shade as mine, but her blue eyes were lighter and her smile could light up a coal mine. Adele came up behind me saying, “That’s my granddaughter Sookie, Jason’s sister.”

“She’s very beautiful,” I admitted. I felt Adele’s hand come to rest on my shoulder and I looked down to see a twinkle in her eye as she said, “Yes she is, inside and out. I’ll have to introduce the two of you the next time she’s in town.” I couldn’t help smiling back when I said, “I’d like that.”

But, we never were introduced. The few times she’d come home to visit I had happened to be out of town at the same time. I gone on a few dates here and there but I was still leery about getting close to any of them based on my history with women’s motivations even though I knew they had no idea how wealthy I was. It was definitely a deal breaker whenever they uttered the phrase, “You could do so much better than just being a mechanic for the rest of your life.” I’d heard it more often than not and they would be kicked to the curb as soon as the statement left their lips. I may have been overreacting but I really didn’t care and somewhere deep down I always wondered if I was holding out to meet Sookie. The news that the Stackhouses had been killed spread like wildfire and the whole town went into mourning. When Adele had first gotten word that Sookie was moving home she burned up the phone lines for days spreading the good news. Now we all waited for Sookie’s return wondering how she would cope.

Now, here she was in front of me, not coping very well at all. I could’ve kicked myself when I asked her if she wanted me to call someone. I was thinking maybe a friend of hers but of course she thought of her family. I did the only thing I could do. I opened her car door and wrapped her in my arms. When she tucked herself into my chest, it was as if the planets aligned and everything in the universe shifted to where it all made sense. I somehow knew she was where I belonged and I waited for her to pull back first because I knew I didn’t want to let go of her. It took all of the willpower I had to let her go on her way and I had to walk into the convenience store just to give her the chance to leave. Something about her struck a chord where I felt protective of her and I wanted to take care of her. Letting her leave while she was obviously hurting went against every instinct I had.

I sat on my bike forcing myself to slowly drink the bottle of water I had bought just so I wouldn’t be tempted to speed down the highway and follow her home to make sure she got there okay. I knew we would see each other again at the funeral in a few days and I didn’t want her to think I was a stalker. After fifteen minutes had passed I finally started my bike and headed home. The fifteen minutes I’d waited had been a wasted effort anyway when I glanced at my speedometer and noticed I was going 20 miles over the speed limit.

A few miles before the exit to Bon Temps I noticed Sookie’s car pulled over on the side of the highway with her walking a few feet in front of it heading towards the town. After looking the engine over I was pretty sure I knew what was wrong but I’d need to get it into my shop to be sure. It worried me that she seemed a little spaced out when I told her what might be wrong with it but I guessed it could be expected given everything she’d gone through over the last few days.

When she said to call her Sookie I felt it was the right time to tell her that I knew who she was. I explained how I had known her whole family and had moved to Bon Temps not long after she’d left for college. Her brows furrowed as she asked, “What’s your name?”

“Eric. Eric Northman.” I watched the recognition come across her features and she looked simultaneously sad and happy when she said, “My Gran talked about you a lot. She wanted to introduce me to you.”

“She was a wonderful woman. I’m so sorry for your loss. I didn’t say anything earlier because it seemed like you were going through enough without me adding my condolences on top of it all.” I watched a few tears slide down her cheeks but she managed to smile as she said, “Thank you.”

I pulled out my cell phone and called the shop to have one of the guys bring the tow truck. We made small talk while we waited and I filled her in on some of the goings on in the town. It wasn’t much longer when the big black truck with ‘Northman’s Auto & Motorcycle Repair Shop’ pulled ahead of the car. The look on Sookie’s face was priceless when Bubba got out and started hooking up her car to be towed. She looked at me with one eyebrow raised and mouthed the word, “Elvis?” It didn’t help that he was humming ‘Jailhouse Rock’ but I simply shook my head with a smile and mouthed back, “Bubba,’ which caused her to laugh out loud. Her laugh and smile lit up her whole face and I made a promise to myself to do my best to make her laugh like that again.

Bubba was a good guy and did excellent work but he did come across as a little odd and I wasn’t surprised when Sookie seemed hesitant to ride in the truck with him back to the shop. I opened the passenger door and pulled out an extra helmet that was sitting inside and handed it to her. Her eyes lit up when she asked, “I get to ride with you on your motorcycle?” My insides got all warm and tingly seeing how much she liked the idea of riding with me. Most of the other women I’d gone out with didn’t want to mess up their hair, or would go for a ride but always seemed put out doing so. She seemed genuinely excited. I also noticed the twitch I felt down below at the thought of her hugging me from behind and smiled thinking I might have to take a couple of turns a little faster than normal to see how tightly she would hold onto me.


I could hardly believe my good Samaritan/savior was Eric Northman. Gran had been talking my ear off about this man for the last ten years. I couldn’t count the number of times she uttered the phrase, “You two would make the cutest babies.” At her insistence I’d tried to meet him a few times whenever I’d gone home to visit but he was never around. At first I’d thought maybe she’d made him up because I doubted anyone could be THAT good looking and nice to boot. After I confirmed his existence through both of my parents and Jason I then assumed she must have been talking his ear off about me too and he high-tailed it out of town whenever he’d heard I was coming home. I couldn’t really blame him. What good looking young guy wants to be set up with some woman’s granddaughter he’s never even met?

After he helped me strap on the helmet he climbed on first and started the bike. He then motioned for me to get on behind him showing me where to rest my feet and telling me to hold on to his waist. I leaned forward wrapping my arms around him and took another deep breath enjoying his scent while wondering to myself if this was all of Gran’s doing. I could imagine her up in heaven looking down and pulling the strings so that Eric and I would finally meet. I did like him so I planned on being open to the idea of dating him if he showed any interest. In the meantime I just enjoyed the feeling of having someone to hold on to.

Eric took the long way to his shop so we wouldn’t beat Bubba there and while I found the ride thrilling I thought he took a few turns a little fast. I didn’t really mind so long as we didn’t go tumbling down the pavement. After he took my luggage out of the car I grabbed my purse from under the seat and Eric drove me to the farmhouse in his truck. My parents had moved back in with Gran a few years ago to help her out with the chores and finances as she got older and Jason stayed in my parent’s house. I had already decided I would be staying at Gran’s because that was where we’d spent the majority of our time growing up and it felt more like home, but I wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming sense of loss I felt when we first turned up the long gravel driveway and the house came into view.

Eric pulled up to the backdoor and parked which told me right away that he’d been here before. Only the people that knew us would know that we used the back door that led into the kitchen. Without turning to look at him I asked, “When was the last time you were here?”

“Two weeks ago,” he replied softly. “Adele invited me over for Sunday dinner. She was very excited that you were moving home.” I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks as I nodded remembering Gran telling me about it the next day on the phone. “She really wanted me to meet you,” I whispered. I felt him place his hand over mine and squeezing it when he said, “Do you want me to come inside with you?”

A sob escaped my throat as I nodded again. He got out of the truck and came around to open the door for me. Once I was standing I sobbed even harder and he wrapped his arms around me until I felt ready to go inside. He kept his hand on the small of my back as we entered the kitchen and I stood in the doorway looking at the room in front of us. It hadn’t changed at all for as long as I could remember. I half expected Gran to walk in with a basket full of laundry telling us to wash up because dinner would be on the table in a few minutes. My feet eventually moved and I wandered from room to room not really seeing any of it but still looking for something I knew I would never find. My family. When I got to Gran’s room I could still smell her scent and my knees gave out as the sobs took over my body. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding Eric’s hand the whole time until he took it back to catch my crumbling body. He scooped me up and carried me back to the room I’d always stayed in when I visited Gran. I didn’t question how he knew and was only comforted in the fact that he did.

He laid me down on the bed but when he went to stand up I clutched at him begging, “Please stay with me. At least until I fall asleep.” I looked up to see him nod with a pained expression on his face. He looked around for a chair to sit in but I slid to the side of the bed and pulled him down next to me. I don’t know why I felt comfortable enough to have him in bed with me but I did. He seemed to be okay with it too because he pulled my back flush against his chest and wrapped his arms around me holding me tight as I continued to cry. As the tears slowed down and my breathing became normal I felt him nuzzle and kiss the top of my head and I fell asleep feeling like I wasn’t on my own in the world.

I woke up the next morning with Eric still holding me in his arms. The days that followed passed by in a blur, but the one constant throughout it all was Eric. He came with me to make the funeral arrangements and made sure I ate when I didn’t even realize I hadn’t. He sat next to me through the funeral and stayed with me at the cemetery when the remaining four family members I’d had left were laid to rest. He ran interference during the wake when all of Gran’s friends from the Descendents of the Glorious Dead got to be too much for me to handle and stayed with me until I fell asleep only to get up and clean up everything once the house was empty. I’d relied on him so much that I don’t think I would’ve been able to get through it all if he hadn’t been there for me. He’d even brought my car back after he fixed it and refused to let me pay him for it. Any other time I would’ve fought him on that but I just didn’t have the energy at the moment. Eric jumped into my life with both feet and I couldn’t have been more grateful.

Once everything slowed down he didn’t stop by as often but he did call me every day to see how I was doing. I found myself thinking about him all of the time and thought it was ridiculous to miss someone so much when I’d only known him for a couple of weeks. I still had two more weeks until school started and already had my lesson plans done for the entire year so I paced around the house not knowing what I should do to fill the time. I still had to go through the farmhouse and Jason’s house to box up or donate what was there but I wasn’t up to it yet. I eventually wandered into the kitchen and the sight of Gran rolling out a pie crust flashed through my mind. Instead of getting weepy I decided to roll my sleeves up and make Gran’s pecan pie. Unfortunately I didn’t stop there.

A few hours later I was pulling up to Eric’s shop with a car filled with pies, cakes, muffins and breads. I got out of the car grabbing what I could carry and made my way inside. Bubba was sitting out front humming ‘Love Me Tender’ eyeing the plate of brownies I was holding in addition to a pie, a cake, and a loaf of banana bread. When I asked for Eric he pointed for me to walk back into the bay area and I handed him the brownies as I made my way towards the back where I found Eric working on a motorcycle. He was wearing faded blue jeans that had streaks of grease on his legs and a black sleeveless t-shirt with black motorcycle boots. His hair was pulled back in the leather tie and it was the first time I’d seen he had a black tribal band tattoo across his right bicep. Holy shit he looks good I thought. He had been bent over the bike when I first walked up but I guess he’d felt the weight of my stare because he looked up, smiling once he saw me. He had a tiny black smear on his forehead just below his hairline that was begging for me to clean it off of him. I vaguely noticed his lips were moving and it slowly dawned on me he was talking but I hadn’t heard a word he’d said. I only heard that black smear calling me over to wipe it away…with my cleavage.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying Eric?” Pay attention Stackhouse! You can’t ask him to repeat himself a third time!

“I asked what you’ve got there,” he said motioning towards the small bakery I was currently holding.

“I was bored and made a pie to pass the time. I got carried away.” I smiled sheepishly at him as he took stock of what I’d brought. His eyes lit up when he asked, “Is that a pecan pie?”

It was Gran’s signature dessert so I was sure he’d had it before. I prayed I’d done her recipe justice and just nodded in response. He went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later with clean hands and I was a little disappointed my smear was gone from his forehead. He grabbed everything I was holding and I followed him back the same way I’d come in. He turned to give me another smile when he saw Bubba plowing through the brownies. He walked around to the rear of the shop to a set of stairs that brought us up to his apartment above his shop. I was immediately impressed at how clean it was. There weren’t any clothes strewn about or piles of dishes or pizza boxes or empty beer cans. I found all of those things when I’d gone to check on Jason’s house a few days earlier.

Eric set everything on the kitchen counter and pulled two plates from the cabinet setting them on the table along with napkins, forks, and a pie server. While I served the pie he looked back at the counter asking, “You baked all of this today?”

“Yes,” I said as I took a bite of pie. “Mmmm…” I closed my eyes and moaned. This was definitely my goto comfort food. I opened my eyes to see Eric staring at me holding the fork full of pie in front of his open mouth. I blushed as soon as I realized how that moan of appreciation may have sounded. “I really like pie,” I squeaked out.

His gaze darkened and his voice lowered when he replied, “So do I.” I had a feeling he wasn’t talking about pecan pie and I shoved another piece into my mouth before I embarrassed myself any further. We finished eating without any further moans or innuendoes and I automatically grabbed his plate when he was through and washed the dishes we’d used. I really wanted to spend some more time with him but I knew he probably had a lot of work to catch up on since he’d spent so much time with me when I’d first gotten to town so I grabbed my keys to head out.

I thanked him again for everything he’d done for me and put my hand on the doorknob to leave when he asked, “Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” When I said I didn’t he asked, “Do you want to go for a ride on my bike?”

Without thinking I jumped up and down saying, “I’d love too!” He laughed at my excitement and I followed him back outside and down the stairs to where his motorcycle was parked. Once we both had our helmets secured Eric started the engine and I climbed on behind him wrapping my arms firmly around his waist. As I pressed my chest against his back I inhaled his scent not realizing how much I’d missed it over the last couple of days until it filled my senses. Breathing a sigh of relief I felt the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying lift from my body and I relaxed into him.

Eric took the winding back roads all through the parish and we finally ended up at a lake a few miles from town. We sat at the water’s edge talking until the sun had set. Everything felt so easy when I was with him and over the course of the few hours we were sitting there we had subconsciously moved closer to each other until we were side by side with barely an inch separating us. I fought the urge to lean over and kiss him, choosing instead to pick at the blades of grass in front of me. I knew I liked him but he hadn’t given me any real indication that he felt the same, at least in a romantic sense. I knew my emotions were still raw from the trauma of the last few weeks and I was afraid of him rejecting me if I made the first move. The thought he had left town to avoid me all of the times I’d visited over the years was still in the back of my mind and it kept me from acting on my desires.

Out of the blue Eric asked, “What do you think about my shop?” His voice took on a more serious tone and by the intense look on his face it seemed that something important hinged on my answer although I couldn’t figure out why. “I like it,” I answered truthfully. “Why do you ask?” He looked down and shrugged his shoulders replying, “I’ve been asked in the past if I planned on being a mechanic for the rest of my life. I was just wondering what you might think of that.” Without thinking I reached out placing my fingers underneath his chin and lifted his face until our eyes met. “Are you happy doing what you do for a living Eric?” I asked. The intensity was back in his eyes as he nodded his reply. “Then that’s all that matters. Who cares what anyone else thinks? Personally, I find it quite…” I struggled to find another word besides sexy, “impressive that you can fix something using your hands and tools.” I hoped he would catch my drift and kiss me already but after a few minutes of staring at each other Eric said that we should get going since it was getting late.

Disappointed, I climbed back on the bike behind Eric and we headed back. He pulled the bike into the shop through an open bay door and I could see that Bubba had already left for the day. Climbing off of the bike I realized I really didn’t want our day to end but I didn’t know how to tell him without revealing my true feelings. I liked having Eric in my life and didn’t want to make things awkward between us by putting him on the spot. I reluctantly handed my helmet over to him and took my keys out of my pocket to leave when Eric reached out and grabbed my hand.


I warred with myself all the way back to the shop. I’d thought of nothing but her from the moment we’d met and I was having a hell of a time trying to be a gentleman with her when all I could think of was ravishing her all night long. Deep down I knew what her answer would be before I ever asked what she thought about me being a mechanic. Even so, I needed to hear her say the words. The way she said she was impressed by what I did, I couldn’t help but think she was trying to say something more. I wasn’t sure if I was reading into her words and only hearing what I wanted to hear but when she turned to leave, after we got back to the shop, I knew I couldn’t let her go without finding out. I reacted without any forethought grabbing her hand and pulled her body flush to mine grazing my lips against hers. When she gasped I took the opportunity to sweep my tongue into her mouth pouring everything I felt for her into that kiss and I was elated when she returned the kiss with just as much fervor.

As I held her body against my own I could feel my growing arousal pressing against her stomach but before I could pull away her hand snaked down in between our bodies and she opened the front of my jeans sliding her hot little hand inside where she stroked my straining cock causing me to moan into her mouth. “I need you Eric,” she admitted with her lips still pressed against mine. “You make me feel alive.” Any lingering doubts I may have had about how she felt about me disappeared and I started to pull her towards the door so we could carry on upstairs in my apartment. I thought she changed her mind and was going to tell me we were moving too fast when she pulled on my hand to halt my actions, but what she did next turned me on like never before.

With her eyes locked onto mine she kicked off her shoes and pulled her jeans off to reveal the smallest piece of pink fabric that barely covered her sex and the moisture that had soaked through gave evidence of her arousal. She climbed onto my motorcycle facing the rear end of the bike and pulled her shirt over her head dropping it to the floor. “Here. Ever since the first time I saw you I’ve wanted you here,” she whispered as she slowly leaned back so her hands were resting on the handlebars. She was unknowingly acting out a fantasy I’d always had but had never acted upon because I hadn’t found the right woman yet. I could’ve fucked a girl on my bike if I’d wanted, but not like this, not like it would be with someone like Sookie. I was glad I’d held out so now this act would always be ours.

I walked towards her slowly and straddled the bike facing her. I leaned down to capture her mouth with my own while my hands ran down her body memorizing each and every curve she had. I removed her bra wtih one hand while holding her ass with the other and rubbed my length up and down her center over the fabric of her thong. She whimpered when I slid my body backwards until my mouth made its way down her chest where I gave each of her breasts ample attention. Her moans became louder and she held onto the back of my head keeping it in place while thrusting her hips upwards trying to get more friction where she needed it. When her moans turned into whimpering I moved farther down her body blowing air against her now drenched thong and she cried out. I slid the fabric aside and lightly ran my tongue in between her folds causing her to scream out in ecstasy and she again ran her fingers through my hair holding onto the back of my head as if she was afraid I would disappear if she didn’t hold on. Her breathing came faster as I increased the speed of my tongue licking up and down from her core to her nub before soley concentraing my mouth on her clit and thrusting two fingers inside of her. Her hips bucked down onto my fingers trying to match them thrust for thrust and I had to hold her down with my other hand afraid she might fall off of the bike. I felt her walls begin to clamp down on my fingers so increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit and she screamed out “Oh God! ERIC!” as her climax ripped through her body. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

It was barely a moment later when Sookie sat up pulling my shirt off and tried, unsuccessfully, to remove my jeans while growling out in frustration. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were slightly unfocused. I wished I could take her picture to capture this moment in time forever. I slid off the bike and removed my jeans, taking the condom from my pocket that I had optimistically slipped in earlier while we were in my apartment. I slid back onto the bike and Sookie took the condom from my hands ripping it open and stroking me several times with her hand before sliding it down over my length. She held on to each side of my face pulling my lips to hers as I gripped her waist pulling her center towards me. She release her hold on me to grip the handlebars as I placed her over my tip with each of us moaning out in pleasure as she slowly slid onto me. I paused just to enjoy the feeling of being completely sheathed within her but I followed her lead when Sookie started moving her hips. While she held onto the handlebars I gripped her waist thrusting into her as I lifted and pulled her down onto me in a matching rhythm. Her pants and cries became louder and I felt her walls starting to spasm so I held her place on the bike while leaning forward and increasing our pace. My fingers found her clit as my mouth latched on to one of her dusty pink nipples. I flicked over each one with my fingers and tongue pushing her over the edge and she screamed out my name once more as her orgasm took over he body, her muscles clamping down around me and pulling a scream of “SOOKIE!” from my throat as I was lost to my own climax.

We laid there, wrapped up in each other, waiting for our heart rates to slow down and our breathing to return to normal. Sookie’s legs were trembling from the exertion they’d just been through so I ran my hands up and down their length in an attempt to soothe them. I looked down at her smiling face, still flushed with color, and knew I’d finally found what I’d been looking for.


3 comments on “Lost and Found

  1. kleannhouse says:

    ohh i liked it, i don’t rememebr ever reading this one. hmmm, that would be interesting sex on a motorcycle. KY

  2. lilydragonsblood says:

    I certainly don’t remember reading this one before! Wow!

  3. duckbutt60 says:

    You need to put that bike on the center sta d first before gettin’ rowdy. Just saying….:-D

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