notch. My heart pounded as her fingers ran through my hair, and when I felt the burn of her nails on my scalp, my own dug into her ass.
I had a decision to make—fuck her over my bike or against a tree.
That was a pretty hard choice to make, I figured.
Like she knew what I was thinking, she pulled away, her pupils dilated, as she whispered, “Bike.”
I grinned at her, leaned forward, and pressed my lips to her throat. Fluttering my tongue there, I murmured, “Bike it is.”
She jumped down as quickly as she’d leaped up, and I’d never been so grateful for the skirt she wore. Reaching underneath it, I hauled her panties down and told her, “Leave them down around your ankles. Got to shackle you somehow.”
Her snicker melted me just as much as her pussy would make my dick melt from her scorching heat. As she leaned over the bike, her hands against the leather seat, I grunted at the sight, then groaned as she stuck her ass out, revealing the plump, slick lips of her sex.
My mouth watered, and as we both knew what was about to go down the second we made it back to the clubhouse, it seemed like we both wanted to procrastinate.
Safe in the knowledge that no one came out here because of the cops, I figured we had twenty minutes to play with.
Dropping to my knees, I pushed my face between her thighs and tongued her clit. As she rocked against the bike, her legs spread slightly, but they were contained by her small G-string. I grinned against her cunt, then tongue-fucked her until sharp cries were escaping her.
When I felt her come around my tongue, I jumped up, unfastened my fly, and released my cock. Holding on to it firmly, I tapped her clit before guiding the tip through all her juices. I pushed into her hard and fast, loving the tight clench of her pussy around my dick.
I was an ass man, a BJ man, but nothing beat my woman’s pussy. Not even her ass or mouth.
As I thrust into her, that bullshit about coming home resonated with me so deeply, I had to close my eyes to savor the moment.
Fuck, she felt so good.
Like heaven and hell combined.
I rammed into her, loving the way she arched up on her tiptoes. Her shoulders lowered as she moved down to lean on her elbows, and her stance widened so she could take every single one of my thrusts.
As I fucked her over my bike, I knew that today would forever be etched into my memory banks. Not just for this, but for so many fucking bad reasons too. I didn’t think about those now though. Just thought about her, about how good she felt, how right.
Bending over her, I pressed my teeth to the shoulder that was exposed by her wife beater and reached around so I could play with her clit again.
As I rubbed her there, touched her, she grunted before she released a keening sound, long and low, that prefaced her climax.
The feel of her clamping down on me, clutching around me, was like a sweet form of torture.
Within seconds, I was coming too. I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, desperate to be freed, to be released into her wet and willing pussy.
I closed my eyes, and for those few seconds, shut down. Let my body focus on her, on our mutual pleasure in each other’s bodies.
And that was my mistake.
I only heard them when it was too late.
As something hard connected with my head, a scream escaped my woman. I couldn’t help her though, couldn’t do shit as I staggered back and fell to my knees.
Woozy, my eyes were dazed as I tried to focus. I scrambled for the gun I’d tucked into my waistband, but before I could even reach it, that metal ‘something’ connected with my head again.
And even as I hated myself for being so fucking stupid as to stop at the side of the road for a quick fuck, when I knew how active the threat was against her, my thoughts were no good to anyone.
The last thing I heard was Lucie scream, “Dagger!” before everything went black, and I tumbled into unconsciousness.
❖
Lucie
Seeing the cuts should have filled me with confidence, only it didn’t.
It could have been the cartel, could have been one of Carlos Rodriguez’s men who was looking to take me down because my father had sold me