“What do you mean?”
She shifts a-fucking-gain.
“That. That is what I mean.”
“What?”
She leans in to hear me better, and her tits squish against my shoulders and I about fucking lose it.
“Stephanie. If you keep grinding your pussy against my ass, I’m going to turn around and fuck you on this bike faster than you can say ‘oh.’”
“Oh.”
This woman.
“If you can wait just ten minutes, it’ll be worth it.”
Although, I’m beginning to doubt that myself. I’d rather be buried deep in her than admiring a view I’ve seen a thousand times. But getting to see Stevie experience it for the first time? Yeah, that’ll be something.
“Okay, I promise. Just let me readjust one last time.”
I groan, deep and loud, and she just chuckles at me. She starts to shift herself forward and repositions her hands. I feel them drift farther up my chest and hold my breath. She travels just far enough to find a surprise and pauses, pulling back.
“Was that—” she cuts herself off, her hand tentatively reaching back out. “Is this a nipple piercing?” She starts toying with it, and now we have a whole new issue.
“Sure is,” I ground out. “But, again, I’m going to have to ask you to explore it later.”
“Right, sorry.” Her arms return to my ribs, and she squeezes tightly. “Okay, I’m ready. Show me what you got.”
I smirk, not giving her any warning as I push my speed quickly. The six-cylinder in-line engine purrs under us as I gain traction during that first mile. I lean forward, closer to the handlebars. Stevie’s body follows my movement, her head turning so the helmet rests on my back, allowing her to watch the scenery we pass.
I love this feeling. It is pure freedom and adrenaline, threading through your veins. Traveling at a hundred miles an hour, completely uninhibited, the highway your playground. Riding on the precipice of death, teasing the Underworld to swallow you with the slightest misstep. You feel euphoric, a high like no other.
I swerve us around the corner, tilting low to the asphalt, and a laugh rips itself from my body. My stomach dips from the motion, the same feeling you get when a plane lands or a roller coaster drops—it is my favorite feeling in the world. One I am addicted to.
When I exit the curve and straighten, I hear Stevie let out a whoop and feel her laughter rumble against my back. I grin, loving that she is loving this, too. You never know how someone is going to react being on the back of your bike. But when they also become one with you? That is something special.
I knew this girl was going to ruin me, but I think she is going to be my complete destruction. And I will happily let my castle crumble around me if it makes her happy.
The end of the highway crests, and I start pulling back on my speed. The highway used to go on for miles, but after it was abandoned, some asshole decided to do his own DIY project on it and tore up a bunch of the pavement. Now, there is a solid mile that is a mixture of weeds, grass, and bumpy asphalt before it starts up again. You could technically keep going, but it gets a little unsafe. Plus, the real view is here anyway.
I pull us to a stop and turn the engine off. Taking my sunglasses off, I place them on the dashboard and turn to her.
“You’re going to need to get off first.”
“Right.”
Giving my shoulders her death-grip again, she swings herself off and almost crumples. Shit, I forgot to warn her. I quickly jump off and prop myself under her shoulder.
“Holy fuck, my legs hurt,” she groans.
“Yeah, you were probably clenching your thighs together for like thirty minutes straight. It does a number on you.”
“It feels like I’ve just been banged within an inch of my life.”
Well, that gets my dick stirring again.
I shift so I’m in front of her but she can still lean on me. Reaching up, I unclasp the helmet and slide it off. Her beautiful maple eyes meet mine, and damn, I missed looking in them. Still holding her, I lean past her to settle the helmet on the bike while she weakly attempts to smooth her hair.
“Come on, there’s a bench over there we can sit on.”
“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head. “Not gonna make it. My thighs feel like death.”
“It’s just a few feet away.”
“I’ll crawl.”
“As much as I’d love to see you on your knees—” She glares at me. “—I have an alternative.”
“What do you—” she cuts off with a shriek as I reach down to hook her legs around my waist and hoist her up. She immediately loops her arms around my neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you.”
“Couldn’t you have done a princess carry?”
“I could have. I also could have tossed you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.”
She pouts her lips, and I toss her up a bit higher so her heat isn’t as close to my groin. Which means her tits are now eye level. I just can’t catch a break, and I’m trying damn hard to be somewhat respectful.
I guide us over to the bench, struggling to watch where I’m going and not search for a glimpse of her nipples through the holes in her top. I saw the flimsy little bow she tied to keep the top up, and it would have been so easy to lean over and use my teeth to untie it. To watch it tumble down and reveal the tops of her creamy breasts.
Restraint, Knight. Restraint.
I bend down on one knee and place her on the bench, my hands slowly grazing down the back of her thighs in the process. I hold her gaze for a second, heat filling her eyes, before standing up and turning around to face the view.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The air has a slightly salty taste up here, and I love it. Opening my eyes, I stare out at the scenery in front of me. You can still see the highway and suburbs below the edge of the hill, but beyond that is the unrivaled view of the ocean. Miles and miles of glistening blue open water. Waves crashing against the sand, little dots of humans milling about, a few boats chugging along.
“Wow, this is gorgeous.”
“Worth it?”
“One hundred percent.”
I smile to myself before turning back and plopping myself on the bench next to her. She’s taken off her purse and hung it over the armrest. It’s a rickety old bench. I tried to fix it up a while back, but it’s not really my forte. People have scribbled their initials into it and carved their names; there’s also the occasional Sharpie graffiti.
She leans her head on my shoulder, and I tilt my head to lean back on her. It’s a bit of an odd angle, but I don’t dare move an inch.
We sit there for a few minutes in silence. It’s something I’ve never done before. Normally people feel the need to just keep talking, to fill in any blank spaces. I’m always talking to myself for work, commentating, making sure that something is always flowing no matter what I’m playing. Silence isn’t something I get a lot of, not even in my own mind. But this, right here and now? It’s comfortable.
It also freaks me out.
“So, is this where you bring all the girls?”
I let out a deep laugh.