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“Patience, you’ll see. For now…” I shift back and lift her hips, proceeding to curl her forward. “Let me give my good girl her reward.”

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Calista

“Ronan,Idon’tknowhow this will work.” I’m already nervous and I haven’t even sat on his bike yet.

It's not just about riding with him—I've been doing that ever since getting my car back. Partly because I love the freedom of it, but more than that, I get to hold him. He’s let me stop grabbing his clothes and instead lets me wrap around his waist.

My heart flutters every time he grabs our helmets.

However, this time is different. The first being he wants me to ride in front of him. It’s extremely illegal, considering I don’t know how to drive, nor do I have a license. He promised that he’d still be driving, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.

The second, I’ve never ridden with a fucking butt plug in.

“Baby girl, I need to start stretching you to take me.”My damn pussy is pulsing with the memory of him bending me over and working a lube drench silicone plug no thicker than two of his fingers into my virgin ass.“Your cunt and ass look like they’re begging me right now—”

“Cal?”

His deep voice startles me, and I nearly drop my helmet. It was my birthday gift, one I honestly hadn’t expected.

It’s a sleek, futuristic design with a deep purple finish and pink accents, smooth to the touch. The dark shade of purple, nearly black, is highlighted by two pointed cat ears on top, outlined with neon purple LED lights. I love mine for its angular lines—it has a feminine touch, while his, in matte black with a more circular shape, feels distinctly masculine. I’m not sure why, but it just seems that way to me.

“Sorry, I was daydreaming about you putting the plug up my ass.”

I promised to never lie to him again, fucker can tell even the smallest of ones. It’s been easy now, since I’ve still not been contacted by the Serrano’s. Hopefully my threats were enough to stop them. I shouldn’t have ever been the object used for their needs, and while I hate them for it, I’m equally grateful because I think I’ve saved more than my own life.

“I’ll be playing with it later, you just wait.” He steps up to me, takes my helmet, and slides it over my head. Darkness wraps around me for a moment, but as the visor lifts, our eyes meet. He smiles, reaching forward to pull my braided ponytail over my shoulder. “Ready?”

“Mhmm. Still not going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope” is all he says before turning and gesturing for me to get on the bike. He’s had me buy myself safe clothing to wear while we ride, and today is no different—well, besides the no panties. Even with how confident he is in his driving, he never wants to risk my body if something were to ever happen.

Slipping on his helmet, he lowers his visor first, and I glance at myself through the reflection, though difficult since the sun will be down any minute. I’ve got a skintight black, long sleeve shirt, black cargo pants with leggings under them, fingerless leather gloves and combat style boots. I’m like an assassin more than anything, and I can’t help but think I look badass.

He’s wearing light washed jeans that are torn, a simple black shirt and that leather jacket I love so much. I enjoy thinking of us as a normal couple, and I have no doubt that people just looking at us would think the same.

His hand slips behind the small of my back and leads me onto the bike. As I straddle it, the butt plug feels like it’s about to slip out. I tense and stop from sitting.

His thunderous chuckle sends bumps rising down my arms. “Remember the pinch at the very end of it going in? It will keep it from slipping, and when you sit, it will settle. Go ahead.”

I do as he commands, and sit, which does settle it but goddamn, any small wiggle I can feel it. Which means the moment we begin going, and that vibration occurs under me… I may actually come before we get there.

“It will be uncomfortable for a bit, but you’ll learn to love it.”

I already do,holy fuck. I was missing out being afraid of the horror stories that Gene would tell me about tearing and getting shit everywhere.

Ronan comes up behind me, and as his body presses against mine, I can feel how excited he is. He’s got himself tucked up so his cock is right between my ass cheeks, as I lean forward and tuck my legs up to set my feet on the footpegs.

“Hands on the handlebars and just relax. Don’t tense, I’m going to take all control.”

I swallow. “Ronan, this is so dangerous.”

He reaches in front and turns the key, revving the engine to life and then placing his hands over mine. “As is being with a murderer.”

“Stop saying that.” I don’t need to yell, he installed some Bluetooth devices in our helmets that act like phones. Thank goodness, because if I feel sick doing this, I will need him to stop and swap places.

“But it’s true,” he says, leaning forward and getting us moving. “I’m dangerous in every aspect, yet here you are.”

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