Page 90 of What Hurts Us

Her back arched, flying off the seat as her body shattered. I braced my palms against the handlebars, bracketing her in. Her incoherent ramblings turned from English to Farsi as her brain struggled to keep up with the adrenaline flying through her body.

I exploded inside of her, pulses of my release filling her core. We collapsed, chest to chest, breathing deeply as the smell of sex, exhaust, and crisp night air circled around us.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That was… Wow. Amazing.”

I grinned into her collarbone. “Yeah. You are.”

She laughed, exhaling the last of the oxytocin and dopamine into the sky. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

I dropped one last kiss onto her lips. “I can. I’ve been thinking about it ever since the day we took those pictures together.” I slipped a hand behind her back, slowly helping her sit up. “Hold on just a second, honey.” I tucked my dick back into my pants and reached into the saddlebag. I retrieved the small towel I kept handy, holding it up in the moonlight. “It’s clean, I promise. I just put it in there this morning.”

She shrugged with a coy smile. “I’ll take what I can get.”

“Hold still,” I said softly as I tenderly cleaned between her legs. Her eyelids closed and lips parted as I lingered on her swollen clit. “That feel good?”

“Uh-huh.”

I teased it a little more. “You took me so well, honey.” Her toes curled against the back of the bike. “You like it when I talk to you like that?”

She nodded listlessly. Quiet chants escaped her lips and went straight to the heavens.

“Good,” I said as I draped the towel across my thigh and slipped two fingers into her pussy.

I curled them up, stroking slowly and searching patiently until I found her G-spot. Layla whimpered, and her shoulders began to peel off of the front of the bike.

Quickly, I slipped my fingers out of her core and spanked the outside of her pussy. “Lay back down. I’m not done with you yet.”

She gasped, her thighs quivering as I soothed the sting away with three fingers inside. She was still so tight, even after being thoroughly fucked. I pinched her clit, rubbing it between my fingers as I brought her to the edge of release.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that.” She shook beneath me. Harsh, body-wracking tremors consumed her from head to toe. “So good,” I murmured. “I love how well you take me.” I cupped her throbbing sex, soothing the crash from the orgasm high. “Love watching you take my cock. My fingers. My tongue.”

“I love you,” she whispered. It was all she could manage, and, for me, it was more than enough. It was everything.

I worked the towel between her thighs once more, taking care not to tease her…Too much.

I pulled on my jacket while she shimmied into her jeans. Layla sat on the seat while I knelt once more and slid the boots on her dainty feet like biker Cinderella.

Her body was sated and loose as we headed down the mountain, back toward Falls Creek. The street lamps glowed, illuminating the empty downtown district. Fog hung overhead as I pulled into the driveway. I cut the engine quickly, trying my damndest to prevent nosey Creekers from knowing I went out for a midnight drive with my woman.

It wouldn’t matter. I’m sure Ms. Bea would have the tongues wagging before dawn. She claimed it was insomnia that kept her up. I erred on the side of her not wanting to miss a lick of gossip.

Layla was dead on her feet as we walked to the front porch, hand-in-hand. I set our helmets inside. When she toed off her boots and headed for the stairs, I caught her wrist.

“Baby,” she sighed. “I have to work in the morning, and I honestly think round three would kill me.” She looked exhausted—the good kind. The kind of happy delirium that came from orgasms and a bone-chilling ride in the dark.

I stepped forward and cupped her cheeks, holding my world in my hands. “Thank you,” I said as I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“For what?”

She smelled like the open air. Like woods and sky and stars.

Like freedom.

“Everything and more.”

“I mean it, Cal.”

“Mean what?” I hung our jackets side-by-side.