“I think the whiskey made us more creative,” I wink, and she snags her underwear from my hand.
“Very creative.” Leaning forward, she kisses me, and I consider having her again. If it wasn’t for our desperate need for water, food, and a shower, I would. One thing for damn sure is how good it feels to be inside her.
“I’m gonna round up the guys. We need to have a good meal after last night. When we’re finished, it should be about time for the first journey ride. Would you like to ride with me?”
Sliding her underwear up her thighs draws my attention to her pussy. My eyes graze over her trimmed patch, and my cock jerks. Before it gets hard, I pull my gaze from her and find my briefs.
“Ride passenger on your Harley?”
With a chuckle, I raise my hips and release my briefs, the waistband making a quiet snap as I pluck my thumbs from it.
“Yeah.” Putting my arm on my bent knee, I read the surprise on her face and wait to see what her answer is going to be.
“Yes, I’ll ride your pussy pad because I know what it means to be asked.” With her finger and thumb on my jaw, she brings us to one another. Putting my hand into her crazy hair, I hold her close as I claim her lips.
“I’m particular about who I let ride with me. There haven’t been many.”
“Are you trying to tell me I’m special?”
“You are.”
As I caress her cheek, she leans into my touch, kissing my thumb as it rubs over her lips.
“If I wasn’t so thirsty, hungry, and sticky, I’d show you how much I appreciate that compliment.”
My brow rises, the corner of my mouth turning up.
“How about we share a shower?”
“It’s tiny”—she shrugs a shoulder and grins—“but we can make it work.” With a wink, she puts on her shirt, and I frown as she covers her breasts.
“You’ll see them again soon.”
“Good thing. Those tits are luscious.” Filling my hand with one, I kiss her, and she leans into me before straddling my lap.
“We’re not going to make it out of this tent if we don’t stop teasing each other.”
Pressing her up against my cock, I squeeze her ass cheeks and nibble her bottom lip.
“You shouldn’t have climbed on top of me.” Tugging her hips forward, she bites her bottom lip as I rock her back and forth. Her breathing heightens as she moves her hips, pressing herself tighter against me.
Laying her beneath me, I reach into my briefs and pull out my erection. Moving her underwear to the side, I slide into her, and she grips my shoulders tight as she moans. With her arms around my neck, she hangs on as I thrust into her. Bending her knees farther toward her chest, she gives me better access, and I push harder and deeper. My mind goes clear, and I let the exhilarating sensation take over as my cock swells inside her tight pussy. Sweat beads across my brow and the scent of sex fills the tent. With one last thrust, I release inside her. Closing my eyes, I let the pleasure roll over me.
A hand taps the tent, and my eyes snap open to see the pleasured look on her face before I turn toward the sound.
“Liz has coffee made,” Jake tells us.
Rolling onto my back, I glance over at her, and she’s smiling ear-to-ear, turning on her side to face me.
“That was damn good morning sex.”
With a prideful smile, I watch her finish dressing, my body and mind still reeling. She unzips the tent, and the breeze blows in, cooling the sweat on my bare chest. Finished sliding into my jeans, I tuck my feet into my boots as she climbs out of the tent. I come out behind her, my jeans still unbuttoned, and my boots untied. Axel and William catcall, and she flicks them off as she walks to the camper, grinning.
Jake steps up to me and hands me a coffee cup.
“You look drunk on sex. Must’ve been a good night.”
“And morning,” I add, lifting the cup to my lips.
Looking at me sideways, he smirks.
“Yeah, I know. We heard you riding that pussy loud and clear this morning.”
Rubbing the back of my head, I let out a breath.
“I’m in deep. I want more with her, but the timing couldn’t be shittier.”
“We’ll get shit handled. Don’t walk away from her.” He puts a hand on my shoulder. “She’s good for you.”
Trevor and Audrey step out of the camper, carrying bacon, ham, eggs, oil, and a skillet. Trevor dips his chin at me, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.
“Mornin’ Pres.”
The corner of my mouth upturns. They were in the tent next to us. Guaranteed they heard Synne’s ass slapping against me last night in between their own fuck fest. Audrey trails behind him, glancing at me with a humored smile before sitting in a camp chair next to Trevor. With her blond hair braided down her back, Trevor gives it a tug, bringing her face up so he can kiss her. With a wink, he leans in and whispers something that makes her giggle. Seeing the love between them forces me to face the truth, I don’t want to walk away from Synne, not with the way she makes me feel.
Turning toward Jake, I put my back to Trevor and Audrey.
“He hasn’t got cold feet, has he?”
Glancing over my shoulder, Jake ensures our conversation is private, but still lowers his voice as I did.
“Nah, he’s got the ring in his pocket. He’s doing it at Lookout Point.”
“Did he get her a good rock? Not some shit out of a crackerjack box?”
Jake lifts his coffee cup, forming a grin behind it. “Liz gave her approval, so he’s in the clear.”
“Good, that woman deserves it. She’s been loyal to him for years.”
Jake’s phone dings, and our attention goes to his pocket. Pulling it out, he checks the screen. Staring at it, his eyes brighten and his smile reaches his ears.
“Aunt May send a video of Liam?”
“Yeah,” Jake turns his phone for me to see and my mouth automatically forms a smile as we watch Liam work a scoot-crawl motion as he reaches for his Harley Davidson bear. Once he grabs hold of it, the bear’s ear goes right in his mouth and gets chomped on. Drool dribbles out of Liam’s mouth and he kicks his feet in triumph.
“Damn, that’s cute.”
“I know it, brother. Liz is missing him bad and wants videos at least twice a day, so now May’s sending them to me too.” He glances at the video one more time, his mouth quirking before collapsing the video and pocketing his phone. “Every video is like that. It’s making me miss him just as bad.”
“Nix, Jake,” Audrey calls behind us. “Breakfast is going to be ready soon.”
Trevor sits back in his camp chair, chewing on a slice of cooked bacon as Wesley lifts a Dutch oven filled with biscuits off the fire. The camper door opens to Synne, her damp hair draped over her shoulder and fresh clothes covering her creamy skin. She and Liz are laughing at something, and it draws my eyes to Synne’s smile. Looking in my direction, her bottom lip gets caught between her teeth as her cheeks gain more pink. I love seeing her body react to me this way. Carrying two cups of coffee, she sees I already have one and lowers her hand. Walking past me, she leans in, kisses me, then moves on to join the crew.
“Let’s eat.” Jake’s voice snaps me out of my Synne-induced trance, and I join everyone, taking a seat. Next to me, Synne makes me a plate as I lean back in my camp chair, finishing off my coffee. When she hands it to me, I take it and kiss her in appreciation. Glancing at an empty camp chair, I look beyond it to the weathered blue tent behind it.
“Where’s Ink?”
Wesley, being closest to Ink’s tent, stands up and walks to it. His fingers tap the edge before his deep timbre rumbles out a morning greeting.
“Rise and shine. Breakfast’s ready.”
Movement stirs in the tent, and a few minutes later, when I’m nearly finished with my breakfast, Ink and the brunette stumble out of the tent looking rough. Sweaty hair is plastered to the woman’s face, her mascara smeared below her pale eyes, and the fishnet leggi
ngs she had on last night are missing. Just in her jean shorts and tank top, she tries to smooth down her hair and put it in a ponytail. With a brief glance at us, her cheeks turn red, and she veers toward the trail that leads back to the main drag. Ink snags her wrist and brings her back.
“Don’t worry about it. Have breakfast with us.”
The woman glances at me questioningly, and I nod, pointing at Ink’s chair.
“There’s plenty to go around.”
“You can use the camper shower if you need to,” Liz tells her as she takes the empty seat next to her.
With nervous eyes, she smiles at Liz. “Thanks.”
Ink squats down next to her chair and makes a plate. Liz hands the woman an empty plate, and she glances at Ink, giving a smile that speaks volumes about their night together. He winks, and she watches him with a brighter and much less nervous gaze. Ink sits on the ground, and Dominic hands him a beer, which he accepts, tipping the beer in the air. “Thanks.”
The breasty brunette smothers her biscuits with sausage and gravy, causing my lips to tilt.
“You from around here?” I ask her.
“Alabama,” she replies, drawing out ‘bama’ with her southern accent.
I flick a glance at Ink and catch his frown.
“Just here for Bike Week?”
“Yeah, a few friends and I came for the first time last year. We’ve been hooked since. We’re staying at another camp nearby.”
“You ride?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have a bike yet. I thought maybe I’d find a deal while I’m here.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem. I think I saw a Yamaha V Star 250 somewhere with a for sale sign on it.” Synne sets her plate aside and scoots her chair closer to me. Leaning back, I put my hand on her bare leg. With a quick glance my direction, she lets me know she likes it with the curl of her full lips. “It’s a good starter bike for a woman.”
“It was only a couple years old. Silver color,” Synne tells her. “I saw it at the Yamaha tent past the food vendors.”
“Do you ride?” the brunette asks Synne.
“Yeah,” Synne points to her ride parked right along with the Kings’ bikes. “Harley Sportster 883.”
Pride fills my chest, and I give her thigh a gentle squeeze, drawing her attention to me. I lean toward her ear.
“Hearing you talk bikes makes me want to bend you over mine.”
When I pull back, her cheeks are flushed, and she winks, giving me a smirk that hints at how much she’d like that.
“You two been together long?” the brunette questions, pointing her fork between Synne and me. “Y’all are a really cute couple.”
“Hear that, Pres?” Jake chuckles, tossing his and Liz’s empty plates into the fire. “Y’all are cute.”
Synne gathers our plates and tosses them in the fire, their edges turning black as the fire consumes them. Leaning forward, I shake my head, then stroke Synne’s hair before I stand and toss the paper coffee cup in the fire.
“Fuck off, Castle.”
“Sure, I’ll fuck right off into your sister,” he quips.
Half the crew laugh, the other making noises of humored shock.
“Jake!” Liz slaps his arm and Jake laughs. Taking her hand, he brings her forward so he can kiss her.
“Peach, baby. Your brother already knows how much I love your pussy.”
Liz’s cheeks glow red, but the corner of her mouth tilts. “You better love my pussy,” she playfully replies, leaving her chair to climb onto his lap.
“You know I’d break skulls for it,” he murmurs before pulling her in close to kiss her.
Synne looks at Jake and Liz with a tilted head and wanting stare before glancing at me with emotion in her eyes. I slip into the camper as the thought fills my head.
We’re already there, Red. You’re already mine.
Leaving the cool shower, I rummage through my pile of clothes, grabbing a fresh T-shirt and jeans before pulling on my vest. Securing my Glock in my hip holster, I exit the camper and find Liz sitting behind Synne, braiding her hair.
Arms crossed, I lean against the camper as memories flood my mind. As teenagers, Liz and Jenna would sit in the living room, watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn and braid each other’s hair. It’s something they did even after Liz returned from college, a bonding experience between them. Watching Liz and Synne creates an ache in my chest the same way it creates something warm. Liz is becoming attached to Synne, just as I am.
Guilt hammers my gut, and I drop my head, remembering Jenna’s beautiful face. Locking down the painful emotions straining to erupt, I walk to my bike, avoiding the two of them. Revving it up, I let the powerful vibrations rumble through my body and silence my heart.
Synne looks up at me, just then, and those gorgeous hazel-green eyes capture me, and it takes all of my willpower not to walk over to her and slam my lips to hers, obliterating the pain clawing its way into my chest.
“You okay?” she mouths.
Dragging my gaze from hers, I nod to Max and Axel, giving them the signal to get on their bikes. They join me, and we put rubber to the road.
—SYNNE—
“What was that about?” I ask Liz, my chest clenching at the hardened stare on Nix’s face.
Liz’s hands graze my back as she folds strands of my hair over the other. Lowering her voice, she leans closer.
“He needs some time to himself. That look wasn’t toward you. That was a look of holding back emotions. Seeing me braiding your hair surely brought back painful memories for him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jenna and I braided each other’s hair. It’s something he’s seen many times.”
“Oh…” My voice trails off as discomfort winds its way into my belly. “Do you think I’ll always remind him of her?”
Liz stops braiding, her hands resting on my back.
“I don’t know.” With a sigh, she moves her hands again, finishing the braid. “I don’t think so, but I can tell his feelings for you make him feel guilty.”
My head lowers as she wraps the hair tie around the end of my hair. With a sideways glance, I look in the direction Nix left. My gaze falls to the tire tracks in the dirt as my stomach quivers.
“He deserves to be happy, yet he fights it like he doesn’t deserve it.”
Liz rubs my shoulder, and I turn to her, seeing moisture pooled in her eyes.
“He needs you in his life. I know you make him happy. Just be patient with him.”
As the rest of us at camp clean and prep to be gone for the day, Jake gets a call. I know he’s talking to Nix when I hear him say Pres. Jake hangs up and puts his finger in the air, circling it.
“Wrap it up. It’s time to ride.”
Frowning, I traipse to my bike and put a water bottle in the saddlebag.
“Synne,” Jake calls.
Looking his direction, my hand falls to my hip, awaiting what he has to say as Liz climbs on the back of his bike, giving me a sympathetic expression.
“You’re not riding solo. Nix is coming back for you.”
Liz and I look at one another, our smiles matching twin curves between our sun-kissed cheeks. Jake revs up his bike, and in the distance, I hear the three bikes returning. Nix is the first to come through the clearing, his sunglasses covering his face. Unable to read his expression, I wait while he stops next to me. He doesn’t cut the engine, just lowers his glasses and winks.
“You getting on, gorgeous? Or you gonna make me work for it?”
Grabbing the water bottle, I secure it in his saddlebag before climbing on. Lowering my sunglasses, I lean forward and wrap my arms around him. Putting his hand on my leg, he caresses me, and the sensation brings back the rush of feelings I’ve been getting accustomed to all morning—the kind of feelings that tell me I’m already in deep with Nix.
Beneath me, his Harley vibrates between my thighs, the power of his bike more intense than mine. It growls into the air as he speeds off, gli
ding us through the wind with expert skill. Around us, the Kings’ Harleys create a chorus of deep roars. Ahead of us is wide open pavement and the sun high in the sky. The breeze brushes over my face in a cool embrace. It’s nearly as blissful as riding my own bike. Admittedly, it feels good to be against Nix’s back. The strength of his body leading us and his Harley down the road gives me a sense of security. Nix is the kind of man who protects the ones he loves, and maybe someday, I can know what that love feels like.
As the sun’s rays stream between puffy clouds, the Kings follow the road up winding curves, challenging their riding skills. Reaching the top safely, Nix leads the crew to an overlook parking area. The Kings park their bikes in a row, the rumbling engines quieting as the women step off first. Walking to the waist-high stone guard along the cliff, I look out at the lush green treetops and blue-gray mountains behind them, their tips hidden in the clouds. Nix comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and setting his chin on my shoulder. I welcome the warmth of his chest on my back, nestling further into his arms.
“You okay?” I ask quietly.
“I needed some time to think on the road. I figured you’d understand being a rider.”
“Completely. You seem to be feeling better.”
Turning me in his arms, he places a hand on top of the stone guard and the other hand on my waist, his body caging me in, his vibrant green eyes expressive of his relaxed state.
“I am. You said something that stuck in my head. I want to live, and I don’t want to keep feeling guilty about it.”
Putting my hand inside his leather vest, I lift his shirt, running my fingers along his abs. Pupils dilating, he tugs my waist toward him.
“I want what’s between us to be more than a fling. I want you to be my girl.”
Squeezing my ass, he tugs me tight against him, his gaze a mixture of arousal, hope, and mischief. Lowering my hand, I rub against the knot in his jeans, and his eyes close briefly, indulging in it before shooting open and staring at me with sharp intensity.
“I’ll take that as a yes?”
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