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“Oh, poo. You didn’t even ask what type of ride I wanted.”
He’d always been so playful, even when he was just shooting the shit with a woman and had no intentions of fucking her. Since meeting Kendall, he’d changed so much. The more he tried to make her happy, the worst she got. “I can think of several kind to offer,” he responded. “Which type do you want?”
She laughed, a carefree sound that represented no ill will, no tears, no acidic words.
Johnnie stretched out on the bed and decided to enjoy this woman’s conversation.
Chapter Thirty-Four
The wind blowing threw her hair, Meggie clung to Christopher as he took a curve. Exhilaration shot through her and she tilted her head back, feeling the warmth of the sunshine and the cool breeze. The fumes from the exhaust pipe, the scent of leather and oil, of Christopher, hit her nostrils, and she breathed in deep.
Turning off the main road, Christopher rode to one of two secret entrances to the club’s property. It was right at the edge, where the stream that ran by the cave, was clear and shallow.
When Christopher told her they didn’t need helmets, she’d known where they were going. It surprised her that he’d gone the long way, but she didn’t complain. Handling a bike was second nature to him. Besides, he’d never do anything to put her in danger. If he thought it was safe to go helmetless, then it was.
He'd surprised her this evening by asking her to go for a spin. Although they didn’t go for rides as often as they once did, they still stole those special moments together. Something about his look and his words grabbed her attention.
Last week, he’d burned her dress. She’d been angry until she listened to his reasons. The next morning, she’d stored all her white clothes in the attic. That afternoon, he’d returned them to her closet. When she’d found them back in place, she’d pressed her hand over her heart and laughed through her tears, then sought him out, finding him cleaning his guns in a secured room, specially designed with the kids in mind.
She’d hugged him. “Everything will be fine, Christopher. You’ll see.”
He’d given her a half-smile and a kiss, then went back to taking care of his weapons.
Now, as he coasted to a halt, planted his feet on the ground for balance, and allowed the bike to idle, Meggie laid her head on his shoulder, breathing in the leather of his cut. The feel of him, his scent, her love for him, ignited her body. They hadn’t made love in weeks because he’d been healing.
She touched his side, roamed around to his washboard-hard stomach, going lower still to grip his erection through his jeans. She slid off the bike and got to her feet. Christopher looked at her, his eyes a green enigma, his face rough with five o’clock shadow. She took off her boots and socks, curled her toes at the feel of the cool earth beneath her feet.
Meeting and holding his gaze, she unfastened her leather pants, then slid them down her legs. When they pooled at her feet, she stepped out of them. Christopher lifted her by the waist and sat her in front of him. Grabbing her throat, he bent and smashed his mouth against hers, sweeping his tongue past her lips in hot demand. Her legs wrapped around his waist, Meggie twirled her tongue around his, giving him what he needed and wanted, grinding against him. He grunted, a primeval, animalistic sound that sent a rush of wetness between her legs. She thrust her fingers through his hair, consumed by his fierce possession, intoxicated by his sheer domination. This kiss wasn’t gentle and mild and sweet. It was wet and wild, the kind that led to fucking and not lovemaking.
He released his hold on her, inserted his hand between their bodies and ripped her panties away.
“Turn,” he ordered.
Desire spread through her body at his rough tone. Once she faced forward, she grabbed the handlebars. A moment later, she felt the smooth head of his cock teasing the entrance of her pussy. He grabbed her hips and thrust fully into her. The vibrations of the idling bike massaged her clit each time it came into contact with the fuel tank. She groaned, squeezed the throttle on the handlebar to heighten the stimulation. He pounded into her, with hard, fast strokes that made Meggie cry out over and over again. Christopher worked her pussy with ruthless skill.
Her screams of pleasure crescendoed as her orgasm hit and her body shook. Christopher pummeled her, then stiffened, pouring into her with a harsh groan.
Suddenly, the silence surrounded her and the vibrations of the bike stopped. Christopher had cut the engine. She remained still, catching her breath, allowing her body and mind to reconnect.
“You okay, baby?”
She nodded. “Perfect.”
“You ready to head back?”
Her eyes popped open and she sat up. “I brought snacks for us. Let’s commune with nature and talk a bit.”
She got off the bike and grabbed her pants, pulling them on, taking care because of her sensitive clit. By the time she put her socks and boots back on, Christopher had found the blanket, beer, Coke, and sandwiches she’d packed in the saddle bag. Together, they arranged the blanket underneath a tree. Meggie sat and leaned against the trunk, smiling as Christopher laid his head in her lap.
She bent and brushed his lips with her own, brushing her fingers through his black hair. The gray entwining with the dark strands made him even sexier.
“You know what the fuck I been thinkin’, Megan?” he asked after a sweet silence where they just enjoyed being in each other’s presence. “Roxanne and Bailey gettin’ married, but the fuckin’ ceremonies the last thing on my fuckin’ mind.”
“I know what you mean,” Meggie agreed. “I know plans are being made and nearly a month has already gone by since Knox proposed, but…” Her voice trailed off.
“A fuckin’ weddin’ the last thing on any motherfucker mind,” Christopher finished for her. “Even the motherfuckers the weddin’ for.”
Meggie nodded. “What’s going on? It seems like our ceremonies are always filled with drama. Remember when we were planning our church wedding?”
