Page 14 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

“You have got to lighten up, baby.” I braced my hands on the armrests of her seat and leaned in, placing a quick kiss to her forehead. “I’m the one who’s committed the petty crimes so far. All you did was tag along.”

“That makes me your accomplice,” Katie pointed out.

I took my seat next to her, digging into the back of french fries.

“I learned how to sweet talk my way out of far worse than this. We’ll be fine.”

She grumbled, jabbing her straw into her milkshake.

“That’s even worse.”

I held up a fry as a peace offering. She begrudgingly accepted it. I brushed my knuckles against her cheek, watching the screen’s light wash across her face.

“You’re sitting too far away,” I murmured.

Katie’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“We’re right next to each other. We can’t possibly get any closer.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before I set the bag of food aside and scooped her up, hauling her into my lap. Katie yelped with surprise.

“That’s better,” I said.

“I—I’m too heavy,” she protested.

I snorted.

“I can bench press seven hundred pounds in the gym without breaking a sweat, dove. You're fine."

Katie didn’t look convinced. She shifted, barely daring to breathe.

“One of the first things Old Faithful taught me,” I continued. “Only ride a bike that you can pick up when you go down. You’re bound to wipe out on a wet road or loose gravel sooner rather than later. If you can’t set your bike upright again, you’re shit out of luck until a tow truck comes along. Old Faithful weighsmuch more than you do, sweetheart. I’ve handled her just fine for years.”

Katie rolled her eyes.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

With a tug, I situated her perfect, plush ass over my cock. Katie’s eyes widened.

“Do you really think I give a flying fuck about some number on a scale when you make me this hard?” I growled.

She made a strangled noise. I dug my fingers into the softness of her hips as the movie screen cast a halo of light around her figure. I wished more than anything that she would straddle me so I could see every expression that crossed her face, but the damn seats were too narrow for that kind of position.

Instead, I had to be content with Katie leaning back against my chest. She shifted slightly in my lap, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure surging through my cock. I swore under my breath.

“Keep teasing me like that, sweetheart. You’re doing great.”

I thumbed at the hem of her frilly camisole, toying with the lacy edge. Katie let out a wobbly breath as I slipped my hand underneath, gliding my palm along her stomach.

“I—don’t know how,” she admitted.

Settling deeper into my seat, I arched my hips up against her ass. Katie whimpered and gripped the seat in front of her.

“Follow your instincts. What do you want to do?”

She plucked at the front of her shirt, adjusting her clothes self-consciously. Then she gave an experimental roll of her hips. I groaned, pressing my forehead to her shoulder.

Moving my hand higher under Katie’s shirt, my fingertips skirted the edge of her bra, tracing the curve of her breast.

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