Page 47 of Harmless
Relief and love filled up my chest. “Good.” I planted a quick kiss on him over my shoulder. “Me too.”
That didn’t stop my mind from racing as I brought my feet up and drove off the property. I had been worried about the two of them, and honestly still was. More Santos than Torr, because he’d never been around a family like mine. He was taking it all in stride now, but would this really work for him long-term? Even if I balanced both relationships perfectly and spent an equal amount of time with him as Torr, would it eventually bother him that I loved another guy?
No one I’d ever been with had ever wanted to share me for a long period of time. They either wanted to keep group fun in the bedroom only, or they wanted to date other women as well, which didn’t work for me.
I trusted Torr and wanted to trust Santos. But I didn’t want to fall head over heels for my sexy gladiator only for the other shoe to drop.
I really needed to ask my mom for advice at some point.
I drove aimlessly, barely keeping track of where I was going. At some point, I got out of my head enough to park on a hill that gently sloped down into a small valley. The valley below was covered in greenery and pops of color—purple, orange, yellow, and pink wildflowers just starting to bloom. In another couple of weeks, this place would be awash with colors and fragrant blooms. Probably all kinds of butterflies and other wildlife too.
Before I could voice any of this to Torr, he reached forward to shut off my bike. The next place his hands went was my waist, then they slid up to my breasts as his mouth dragged along my nape.
“I need you,” he said in a rough whisper, hips already rolling against my ass. “Now. God, I just fucking need you so bad, Rori.”
“I need you, Torr.”
All thought went out the window as I kissed him over my shoulder, arching and pressing back against the thick erection in his jeans. Sensation and the physical need for him was all that was left.
Torr released one breast to slide his palm down. He cupped the juncture between my thighs, which were still straddling the bike. I ground into his hand, the ache for him becoming more urgent with each rub of my clit against his palm. When his hand pulled away, I wanted to whine in protest, but he was just pulling at my waistband.
“Get these fucking pants off,” he growled, releasing me to pull apart his belt buckle.
“I’m gonna have to get off the bike,” I told him.
“Fuck no, I want you right here.”
It took some creative maneuvering, but I managed to strip from the waist down while remaining on the bike the whole time.
“Next time, just tell me to wear a dress,” I said, draping my pants over the handlebars.
“Hmm.” Torr pumped his cock with slow, lazy strokes. “I didn’t take you for a dress kind of girl.”
“I can be for the right occasion.” I backed up against him, lifting my ass to rub against his heavy length. “Like being an undercover rich girl and getting fucked on a bike.”
“God...” Torr’s head fell back on a moan. “You are just the perfect woman for me. I can’t believe it took so long for us to happen.”
“I love you too, Torr.”
A bashful smile crossed the face of my sexy, dirty-talking man. He hugged around my waist and kissed my nape, sensual and sweet. In the next moment, his hands were running over me again, caressing my hips and waist before they disappeared under my shirt. His kisses grew hungrier, sucking and nibbling along my shoulders and upper back.
Though it would have been nice, I didn’t expect him to say it back. I knew how he felt, knew why it was difficult for him to say those words. I wasn’t upset and would be content to continue telling Torr I loved him. My love for him was selfless, not a tit-for-tat thing. It was here to stay, unlike his birth parents who’d abandoned him and made him feel undeserving of love. And in my words and actions, I would continue to reassure him of that.
But damn, I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t wait for that day to come. When he finally felt safe enough to remove that final barrier around his heart and tell me that he loved me.
I closed my eyes, letting go of my thoughts to sink into the sensations of his talented hands and mouth. Reaching behind me, I wrapped a hand around his length and stroked him from base to tip. Torr’s soft, shuddering moan turned into a hissed curse as I angled him to my pussy, stroking him against my slick flesh.
“You’re getting me all wet,” he said tightly. “Are you that soaked for me?”
“Yes,” I moaned. My thighs were already shaking from the anticipation of taking him inside me.
Torr didn’t waste a moment. He thrust forward while pulling my hips back at the same time. My cry of, “Fuck!” echoed into the valley below as my hands slapped down on the bike’s dash.
“Oh yeah, stay stretched out like that.” Torr grabbed my hips and started up a rhythm that was already hitting me in places that made me see stars. “Mm, love seeing my girl take my cock on a bike seat.”
A motorcycle provided lots of great handholds for leverage as it turned out. My hands gripped the top edge of the dash between the handlebars, feet on the footpegs. Basically, it was the perfect position to absorb Torr’s brutal thrusts. All I could do was hold on, and hold on I did.
“Torr,” I moaned over the smacks of his hips against my ass with every drive forward. “Let me turn it on.”
