Ride Free by Debra Kayn Page A

“Are you hungry?”
    “Starved.”
    “I’ll run out and get us some food. I’ll also find out if anyone says anything about the noise you made.” He winked.
    “Hey! You made noise too, Wildman.” She planted her hands on her hips, and she stuck her chest out.
    He raised his eyebrows. His gaze traveled up and down her naked body. “Maybe I should stay here a bit longer.”
    She picked up a pillow that fell on the floor during their love fest and hurled it at him. “Go, get us some food so we have the strength to go on. We have the whole night to ourselves.”
    He stepped out the door but stuck his head back inside. “I don’t like the name Wildman, either. My name is Reefer!”
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     

     
    Early the next morning, Sarah sat on the edge of the bed combing out her wet hair. She was fully energized, despite making love all night and hardly sleeping. For however much they tried to keep the octave level down, it proved impossible. Around four o’clock in the morning, someone pounded on their door and told them to shut up and call it a night.
    She smiled and shook her head. It amused Reefer, and he swore no one would dare say a thing to her today. It surprised her that she really didn’t care that the others heard the love they had for each other.
    Reefer stepped out of the bathroom, and she pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind. With his long hair slicked back on his head and a few days growth of whiskers on his face, she almost wished they could stay at the motel one more day and continue exploring what turned them on.
    “How do you earn money to eat and stay in motels?” She walked over and stood behind the chair he sat in and pulled the brush through his hair.
    He shrugged. “Depends. Sometimes I stay somewhere a few days and find work. Other times I hit it lucky in a pool or poker game.”
    “What happens if you can’t get money?” She combed his hair down to below his shoulders.
    “Summertime is easy, because we usually camp out. Some of the others have family members who welcome us to park and stay on their property.” He let his chin drop to his chest. “We all pool our money together when one of us is having a hard time finding cash.”
    She stroked his hair. Her fingers intermingled with the thick strands. A flash of what their babies might look like drew a smile from her lips. Both of them with such thick dark hair, no doubt their children would need haircuts before they reached six months in age.
    “I’m not worried. It’s a different way of thinking for me, but I’m game for everything.” She stepped away and tucked the hairbrush in her bag. “Okay, I’m ready. You?”
    “Yep.” He picked up both of their bags. “Let’s ride.”
    Other members of the family came out of their rooms and joined them on the walk out to the parking lot. Men clapped Reefer on the back and sent winks her way. She ducked her head and groaned.
    Two identical women walked toward Sarah. She smiled, looking for something that would help her tell the women apart, but they were the spitting image of each other.
    “Hi Sarah, I’m Thelma.” The one on the right held out her hand.
    “Hi—”
    “I’m Louise.” The other woman grabbed Sarah’s hand.
    She raised her eyebrows. “Nice to meet you. I’m Sarah Lightfeather.”
    Louise—or was it Thelma—said, “We know. Sunflower told us all about you. We’ll get to know you more when we stop.”
    “She’ll need a name, won’t she?” She turned to her twin. “Although, Lightfeather is pretty.”
    “We’ll have to discuss it later.” Her twin waved goodbye. “The men are ready to ride.”
    The sisters walked away and left Sarah alone with Reefer. She shook her head helplessly.
    “How will I ever tell them apart?” She laughed.
    Reefer slid his leg over the bike. “Most of us can’t tell them apart. Doesn’t seem to bother them.” He nodded his head over to where the women sat with the men. “Crank and Shadow say that