Twilight – don't own it… just borrowing for a bit…

And before any of you bike riders get too upset – I love all kinds of bikes, tend toward Honda's myself. We've got 2 'Wings and a Rebel... It's Edward who's all snobbish with the Ducatis. There's not much I can do about that!

Chapter 3

The salesperson spotted us as soon as we walked through the door. College kids, looking for a little excitement… He rolled his eyes and almost snorted until he looked past us toward the parking lot. Oh nice car – is that a Vanquish?

I grinned to myself. I'd brought my special occasion car – just to make sure everyone knew exactly who they were playing with. The Volvo, well that could be mistaken for a parental car. But no father would allow his son to drive his Vanquish. And I was pretty sure they'd never sold a Hog to a Vanquish driver.

He finished ogling the car and decided we might we worth his time. "Good day. What can we help you with today?" He smiled at both of us, careful not to linger to long over Bella's physique. Careful… the guys not going to buy from you if you're overtly checking out his mind-blowingly hot girlfriend. Well, at least we were on the same page there.

I gestured to Bella. This was her idea and I was letting her take the lead. She looked back at me with narrowed eyes. Then, with pursed lips she turned to the salesperson. "We're, um, shopping for a motorcycle."

A bike for the girl? The guy was momentarily surprised, but quickly changed his focus to where he preferred it – he potential client. "Great. So what are you looking for? A street bike? Something for long distance highway driving? Or did you have a model in mind?"

"Uh…" she glared back at me, and then turned back, "I'm not really sure."

The salesperson's heart beat increased slightly, frustrated as he was now sure the time spent would be fruitless. "Have you ever ridden before?" Arge, newbies. Why do I always get these kids who know nothing and come in thinking that buying a bike is as simple as…

"Oh yes," Bella replied quickly, "I used to have a Harley Sprint." She squinted slightly at the lie, but he suspected nothing.

"Really, where did you get that?" He asked, leaning forward, suddenly interested as his two favorite things came into focus: a pending commission and the bodice of Bella's blouse. He appreciated how it gathered under her chest, emphasizing her perfect cleavage. I held back a growl of anger over the obscene picture that ran through his mind, Bella on a bike in a leather jacket, and not much else. All the while, she talked about how she'd found the bikes and they were rebuilt from scratch.

"So, you're looking for a step up, am I right?" A rather big step up… He tried to smile politely, tried not to let the filth of his mind show through the lens of his dull gray eyes.

"Yes, exactly – something a bit bigger."

"Well, why don't we look at the models we have in stock and start from there." He gestured to the long line of bikes in their show room, as he started to walk down the line. "First of all, anything we have here is going to be quite a step up from the Sprint. But, if you're comfortable riding, getting a bigger bike isn't much of an adjustment…" he began to blabber on and on, letting her walk ahead of him as he tried to casually check her out. She has got a fine piece of –

I suddenly took a wide step, knocking my elbow into his kidney.

"Sorry," I said gruffly.

"Not a problem." He rubbed his side. That's gonna bruise.

"What about that one?" Bella asked, pointing at a large, all black bike a third of the way down the line.

"The Softtail Fat Boy Lo. Nice bike." He smiled. "Definitely a step up from the Sprint, but also a popular choice with women riders."

"Why's that?" she asked, now caressing the chrome around the headlight.

"It's got one of the narrowest and lowest cut seat at 24.25 inches." Hmm, I think I smell love at first sight, he thought as he watched her eyes rake over the flat black paint and classic styling. This might be easier then I thought. "Do you want to it for a ride?" He smiled, allowing a bit of flirtation as his back was turned away from me, facing her.

"Can I?" She looked up eagerly, too eagerly.

Yep, I was right – this is a sale! He glanced back at me for the first time since we walked through the door and flinched. Wonder what the deal is – is he buying it for her? Hmm… I need to lay off the flirting.

Yeah you'd better lay off the flirting, before I relieve you of your eyes… and perhaps a few other body parts you won't be needing anymore.

His eyes widened and heart beat quickened as his body perceived the danger his mind rejected. He turned back to Bella. "Why don't you try it on for size. See how it feels. Maybe your..." husband? No, too young… "boyfriend can help you." Let the boyfriend think he's the man… get him in on the sale…He thought to himself as he escaped to the back to arrange a test ride.

"So, what do you think… boyfriend?" she teased.

"I think I don't like the way he was looking at you." I frowned.

She sighed, "I mean about the bike?"

I looked into her happy, excited eyes and I knew I couldn't tell her what I really thought, that I thought this was an inferior machine and that we should leave immediately and call my contact in Italy. Instead I replied, "You seem to like it. Why don't you take it for a drive and see what you think?"

She grinned like a child. "Do you really think they'll let me? I think he thinks I'm too young."

"I can assure you that he does not think of you as too young." I replied dryly.

Bella eyed me carefully. "What is wrong with you?" she said too fast and too low for human ears.

"I just don't like what he was thinking about you – how he pictured you…"

She glanced back at where they guys was arguing with his boss about letting the young lady on the fatboy have a test drive.

"Edward, if he's being inappropriate we can leave. I don't want this to turn into a fight."

"No, it's alright. I think he started to realize that I was here and he'd have to change his tactic. Besides, I think you're about to get your test ride." I said as the red faced man rushed back to our side. Bella quickly did up the buttons of her short jacket to provide a small increase in coverage. It really didn't help much, but it was at least a gesture.

"You're in luck," he said as he returned, noticing the now closed jacket, much to his disappointment. "We recently had a demo ride event and the bikes haven't shipped out yet. We've got a Fat Boy and a couple other bikes you might like to try… did you bring your helmet?"

"Oh, no," Bella replied, visually disappointed as she got off the bike. "I guess that means I can't take a test ride."

"No, we have some space out back. You just can't take it off the lot…" he replied, reassuringly.

"Okay," she smiled as she skipped to his side, unable to hide her enthusiasm. The man led us out back as he mentally calculated the commission on the inflated price he was prepared to quote us once 'the girl' was completely in love.

"This is the fat boy." He yelled above the roar of the engine, something that would have been completely unnecessary with a Ducati, "just take it for a ride around the lot-"

But his further instruction was lost as Bella shifted into gear, released the clutch and opened the throttle with perfect timing. My heart swelled with pride as she handled the large bike like a pro, gracefully weaving around obstacles, leaning into the turn, building up some speed and returning to our location.

Wow, she does know how to ride…damn that's hot… "Great job" he yelled as she returned, a huge grin plastered to her face. "We have the others on standby, but you might have trouble reaching…"

"No, this is great… can I take it again?" she asked as she revved the engine.

"Sure." He smiled, swallowing a little as she took off again, faster then the first time, accelerating to a speed most humans would find uncomfortable in the limited space. She easily slowed enough to circle around and head back, slaloming back and forth. I laughed as I watched her play, having the time of her life. She didn't even stop as she returned, but curled around and took another round.

She was laughing as she brought the bike back to its starting position, shifting back to neutral and kicked down the stand. She turned off the bike and threw the salesperson the key as she swung her leg off the bike. "Thanks, that was fun!"

I couldn't believe the transformation. She was alive and wild and a bit cocky as she walked back toward the show room, the sales person following with his jaw hanging. He managed to recover as we reached the door.

"Uh, did you want to test ride…" he asked me.

"No, I'm fine." I replied, giving him a hard stare, earning another flinch. I smiled, showing all my teeth – and yes another flinch and a shiver down his back. Good, we're on the same page here.

"Sure, great…" he glanced back at Bella. "So… did you… want to look at helmets or gear?" he asked, now sure of the sale, thinking of how he was going to maximize his earnings.

Bella glanced back at me. Her eyes had darkened in a way that only happened when we were thirsty - for blood or otherwise. He face beamed with excitement. I was never more in love then I was in this moment. I briefly considered buying the bike here and now.

"I don't know – do I need any gear?"

What she was really asking was, given that we were basically indestructible, were we going to bother with purchasing a set of unnecessary leathers? Of course, there were other benefits – like protection from the sun on a clear day. And maintaining our human façade.

"You might as well see what they have." I suggested, letting her know that, yes, when the time came, we would be buying gear.

"We have a large assortment of riding gear. It all depends on what you're looking for." The sales person led her away to the clothing section, trying to not exclude me and also not actually look at me at the same time. "We have FXRG High-Performance gear, which is great for both protection and the rain. You don't have to bother with stopping to put on rain gear for a light rain and the jackets have armor build into the shoulders and elbows for added protections…" he rambled on, unaware of the expression on Bella's face.

"They look kind of… bulky." She said, tactfully.

"Well yes." He paused considering. "We do have the woman's wicket jacket on sale… but I think you'd find the woman's pink label clothing to well suit your, er… stature." He glanced back at me briefly to ensure he hadn't overstepped his bounds. "So, um… there is the 3-in-1 jacket which had a removable poly/spandex fleece hoodie for extra warmth if you're riding in cold weather."

"I think we'll only be riding in warm weather." Bella interrupted.

"Well, then, you'll probably want the lightweight leather jacket. It has a simple cut, definitely not bulky, but still plenty of protection." He picked up one for her to try on as he continued.

"Here's the activewear pant…" he started as he pulled a pair of what looked like yoga pants from a shelf.

"You wear these on a bike?" she asked.

"No, these are for under the leather pants." He replied, leading the way, "and you'll need leather gloves… he pulled out several pairs for Bella to try. She settled on a pair and he put the others back.

"Now, for under the jacket we have long sleeved shirts, t-shirts and tanks, depending on the weather. When it's hot, a lot of chic-er, woman like to wear tank tops."

Bella shrugged, "Sure makes sense." And he pulled a tank top from a shelf and added it to the pile.

"And, well, then we have leather pants or chaps. Now, personally, I prefer the pant. Sure, they can be a bit warm, but if you wear the activewear pant under, then when you get somewhere, you can peel them off and you're fine. With chaps, you still have to stop for rain, otherwise you'll get wet on your…" he glanced down toward the top of her legs and then jerked her head upward, "well… anyway, you'll get wet. And when it's hot and you peel them off, you still have jeans under which are hot." Damn, am I saying hot to much? He glanced sideways at me to see if he'd pissed me off further. I gave him a very pointed look to assure him he had.

"Makes sense. Let's go for the leather pants." Bella smiled as he picked up a pair of leather riding pants.

"So, that's it before we look at helmets-"

"Oh, I have a helmet."

"and riding boots… but try those on first." He showed her to the change room.

An awkward silence fell upon us as we waited for her to change.

"So… uh. How long have you been riding?"

"Many years." I replied. "I used to have a Ducati Superbike 848."

A Ducati? What's this guy doing in a Harley shop? Don't get many Ducati owners switching to Hogs…"Wow, that's quite a bike. Did you race?"

Well, at least someone understands, even if it's the lecherous salesman. "No," I smiled mischievously, "Well, not officially."

He chuckled back. "Well, with a bike like that, who could blame you. So what happened to it?"

"I gave it to my brother."

Wow, nice gift. "So you must also be in the market."

"I only buy Italian." I stared straight ahead, not meeting his eyes. No need to scare the man further.

"Oh, of course." He shifted slightly. "So, do you live in the area?"

"Bella attends Dartmouth."

Dartmouth, wow…" Smart, and sexy - hot.

I reconsidered my 'not-scaring-the-man-further' position. I turned to give him another hard stare, making him jump and causing his heart to race out of control. He shifted away slightly.

"So, do you need to talk to our financing specialist about a payment plan on the bike… or…"

"We're just looking today."

His thoughts sunk. He'd been so sure of the sale. The dollar signs disappeared from his mind as he shifted another step away. Should have sealed the deal when they first came in. What was I thinking?

"So, I'm not 100% that I did everything up right." Bella said as she emerged from the change room.

A dozen inappropriate images flooded through my brain, all involving Bella and only a few coming from the man next to me. I was completely enthralled. The way the leather pants clung to her legs and the jacket form fit her body, the excitement and passion that flashed in her eyes, a remnant of the ride, and her wind swept hair. It reminded me of a day last year, when I first put her in a riding jacket – only then she'd seemed like a girl to me. This – this was a self possessed woman, confident and sexy and my wife and a vampire and I could now do what I wanted with her. Which was exactly what we were going to do.

I quickly calculated the cost of the outfit. Pulling out a wade of bills to cover the total plus a bit more I handed it to the guy. "Ring it up."

Holy crap. This kid's got this kind of money just on him. And a Ducati he just gave to his brother. "Is there anything else-"

"No, we have to leave… now." I hissed at the man and he jumped.

"Edward, what-"

I simply reached for her hand and tugged, resisting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and flee from the store. She stared back at me wide eyed as I pulled her a little too fast for a human and forcibly helped her into the Vanquish, which roared to life and we spun out of the parking lot.

"Edward what is going on? I'm sure that man didn't mean anything…"

I couldn't speak. I simply pushed the car to its maximum while I headed for the nearest wooded, secluded area. Once there, I threw the car into park.

"Edward, what is wrong?"

"You," I growled, "Are. Completely. Hot." I reached for her.

In a flash, she escaped my grasp, jumping out of the car, grinning. "Whatever do you mean, Mr. Cullen? Do you like this – the leather pants… the leather jacket… She struck a pose designed to maximize the effect of the skin tight leather.

A growled ripped from my throat as I leapt from the car. All pretenses of humanness were left shredded just as her new clothes were about to be. I lunged at her. I had to have her – now.

"Now, you don't want to ruin my new clothes." She laughed as she jumped out of my way, avoiding my grasp. A profanity issued from my lips as she disappeared from sight.

I heard the pull of a zipper and the sound of leather sliding over granite skin. And when I turned, I was now faced with my Bella, clad in just the leather pants and the skin tight tank top.

Growl after growl echoed through the trees. She simply put up her hand and, somehow, I obeyed as she slowly, every so slowly, painfully even, undid her pants and pulled them down her legs.

"Bella you're killing me." I croaked, my breathing now coming in quick pants.

"What – this?" she grazed her hand down her black tank top and active wear pants as she turned, waging her buttocks at me.

That was the last straw. I snapped. I flew at her, nothing but my animalistic nature driving me. She squealed, giggling as I tackled her to the forest floor. The sound of granite boulders crashing together echoed throughout the trees, deer fled, flocks of birds took off and carnivores slunk to the safety of their caves or dens, quivering in fear.

The rest of her clothes were shredded in a tenth of a second and in the next, she was pressed, face down, against the hood of the Vanquish. Her eyes flashing black as she twisted her head to the side, her windswept hair flared out against the windshield. I held her hands down as she'd held mind this morning.

"Edward!" she gasped.

I growled in return eliciting a moan from her. And within a few minutes we were both panting against the hood of the car.

The guilt hit me as quickly as the moment had passed. What had I done? How had I treated her… my love, my life, my wife…"I… I'm sorry, love." I gasped when I found the ability to speak again, unable to meet her gaze.

"For what?"

"It was too fast. I couldn't wait. I had to have you. I treated you like…"

She sighed, "Edward, in case the noises I was making didn't clue you in, that was… really intense."

"I know – but…"

"But nothing. Besides it's kinda hot – doing it on the hood of a car." She chuckled.

Kinda? There was no kinda about this. I pulled us both back off the hood of the car and cradled her in my arms as I set her gently down on the forest floor. Then I worshiped her body over and over as I should have when she first got home from school. It was well after sundown when we finally made it home.