Chapter One-Hundred and Sixty-Six
Cooper's eyes widened as he looked at John's Harley, having fallen in love with it in a matter of seconds. "Can I drive it?" He asked, moving to swing his leg over the side, until he caught the look John was giving him.
"Rule number one: Never touch another man's woman. Rule number two: Never sit on his bike without permission. And Three: Never drive his bike unless it's either an emergency, or he's dead and willed it to you." John shooed Cooper off of the bike, nodding to the sidecar. "If you don't mind a little Chance hair, I'll give you a quick ride around the parking lot."
Cooper nodded, climbing into the sidecar and yelping in surprise when something was pushed onto his head. "What the-"
"Buckle it dummy." John stated, clipping his own helmet on and flipping the visor down. "I can't drive until you have that on." His voice was barely audible through the helmet, and Cooper could hardly understand his muffled voice as he finished with the helmet.
He took a leather jacket from Claire as she handed it to him, shrugging it on as John cranked the engine and started out of the parking spot. "Woah." He laughed, putting his arms in the air as John picked up speed, not expecting John to kick it up even more. "Ah!" He shouted, holding onto the sides of the passenger car as John dropped one foot almost all the way to the pavement and made a sharp turn. "Are you insane?"
John stopped the bike, shutting it off before he took the helmet off of his head, placing it between his legs as he ruffled his hair again. "Huh?" He asked, taking the extra helmet back as Cooper unloaded. "I can't hear shit with that damn thing on."
Claire giggled, leaning on the handle bars and lifting her self up enough to kiss him. "I don't like that helmet." She whispered, letting John take her hand and pull her around to the side of the bike. "I can't kiss you with it on."
He smirked, wrapping his hands around her hips and tipping himself over into the sidecar so that she was laying on top of him. "I don't have it on now." He stated, letting her hips rest against his as she pushed his shoulders down into the short chair in the car.
She rolled her eyes, touching a hickey on his neck that she'd given him a couple days ago. "John. I can feel that." She stated, climbing out of the car and leaving him with an erection that would bug him for the next twenty minutes.
"That's cruel…" He growled, looking down at his jeans as the bulge just seemed to get bigger. "What if I used a condom?" He called, propping himself up so he could look over the walls of the sidecar.
"Condoms can break." She stated, patting her bellybutton. "And I am not going to be pregnant at graduation. So, you're outta luck mister." She chuckled at his face before she turned to go back into school to grab her last few things, before she headed home. "Oh! It's your turn to pick up Amelia today!" She reminded him, noticing that all the boys were dying of laughter at John's misfortune.
"So, you get me horny right before I have to pick up a seven-year-old?" He asked, glaring at his pants when she didn't answer. "Fuck."