Smiling, I ran my hand down her back and then to her tight ass, squeezing the flesh. “Get dressed,” I ordered.
Lilah frowned. “Why?” She dipped her head, her finger tracing the tattooed noose on my chest, and said, “I am perfectly content here, with you. I do not mind staying right here in this bed with you for a while longer.”
“That good of a fuck, am I?” I joked.
Lilah blushed and said, “You know you are handsome. Incredibly so… and very skilled at… that.”
Laughing and throwing Li a wink, I gripped her ass, lifted her off the bed, and said, “Get dressed. And into pants.”
Lilah shook her head. “I cannot. ‘A woman must not wear men’s clothing, nor a man wear women’s clothing, for the LORD your God detests anyone who does this.’ Deuteronomy 22:5.”
Blowing an exasperated breath outta my mouth, I said, “Li, we ain’t doing this again.”
“Ky, although not at The Order, I cannot deny who I am. I cannot deny my faith.”
Walking to my woman, getting real fucking turned on watching my cum running down her thighs, I cupped her face and said, “Then wear a dress, but you need to wear leathers underneath. Beauty filled your closet. There’ll be some in there.”
Lilah’s mouth swung open in shock. “I have a closet, here?”
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, you do. So do I. And just so you know, I ain’t wanting you to dress like a man. I like my woman to look like a fuckin’ woman, not a brother. I’m not into dick.”
Lilah fought back a smile and nodded. “I shall wear leathers under a dress.”
“Good,” I said firmly and went to get dressed. “‘Cause I’m finally getting you on the back of my bike. This time it’s gonna happen.”
I heard Lilah’s nervous gasp.
But I fucking ignored it.
*****
“Ready?” I asked as Lilah’s arms wrapped around my waist.
She nodded into my back and her grip tightened on my cut. “Yes.”
Heeling up the kickstand, the engine of my Harley roared and we rolled down the dirt road and out onto the country road that went past the compound. Lilah’s hands were iron as they held on to my waist, but I couldn’t take the fucking shit-eating grin off my face. I had my old lady on my bike, wind slapping my face, freedom of the road, and two wheels burning up asphalt.
This was the life I now wanted, and I’d never been so fucking happy.
The sound of a giggle blew into my ear. Looking back at Lilah through my wing mirror, I saw her stunning face smiling. Head thrown back, she was laughing out loud.
She was loving it.
She too was tasting freedom.
We drove for hours, until we found ourselves at McKinney Falls State Park. The Hangmen came here all the time. Lilah immediately fell in love with it.
Pulling to a stop beside the water, I twisted around on the seat and Lilah draped her legs over my thighs. Gripping her ass, I pulled her closer. Lilah smiled so big as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You like riding, baby?” I asked.
“Yes. Very much so,” Lilah replied, then, pressing her forehead to mine, said, “The best part was holding on to you, sharing something you love.”
“Get those fuckin’ lips on mine, baby,” I demanded, and Lilah moved in, crushing her lips to mine.
I broke from her mouth, kissing along her delicate jawline, then down to her slim neck. Vanilla. All vanilla.
“Ky,” she whispered, and I pulled back before I ended up fucking her on this bike. Lilah’s head fell on my chest and she stared out over the water, sighing.
I felt her mood change, so gripping her harder, I asked, “You good?”