Ember

 

Back on the road, wrapped around Wheeler, it felt good. I was worried about the man who had recognized me, but if he was as much of the drunk as he seemed to be, I couldn’t imagine that he would be believed if he actually came forward about the fact that he had seen me in public.

 

We zipped through the town, but I was confused when, upon coming upon the clubhouse, Wheeler passed it entirely.

 

“Hey!” I shouted. “Where are we going?”

 

“I was thinking,” Wheeler hollered back. “About all this. I think there’s a chapter in San Diego that could help us with all of this shit. Satan won’t contact them. They had a little bit of a … falling out; we’ll call it. But they have resources that might solve this problem of ours, and I think we should explore it. Especially if there are gonna be incidents like this one where you can’t even go out in public without being recognized and everything.”

 

“You just now decided to do that? Now?”

 

Wheeler shrugged. “I can be impulsive when I want.” He turned his head and I caught a grin. “You up for a road trip?”

 

The logical answer was no. That was crazy! But I couldn’t deny my curiosity …

 

“I’ll go wherever you want me to go.”

 

“Excellent.

 

The weather, of course, had other things in mind for us. About halfway to San Diego, it started to rain. Hard. One minute the sky was totally clear and the next it opened up in a huge rain. We were soaked before Wheeler could pull off the road.

 

“Shit, this sucks,” Wheeler said, slowing down and coming off the road. We were lucky enough to be on a part of the road where there were trees to stand under. Wheeler parked and we got off. I leaned back against the tree. Some of the rain still poured through; Wheeler leaned over me to shield me a little from the rest of the water.

 

“You’re going to get wet,” I said.

 

He shrugged.

 

“It’s nothing worse than I’ve ever experienced before. You’re skimpier than me; you’ll catch a cold or something.”

 

I raised a brow at him.

 

“That’s the excuse you’re gonna go for?”

 

He grinned.

 

“You gonna complain about it?”

 

“Nah. It’s actually kinda nice.” I looked around. “All this rain. It smells nice. It’s pretty. And then we’re out here in all of it. It’s almost like that scene from The Notebook—”

 

“The Notebook?”

 

“You’ve never seen it?”

 

“Um, that’s a no.”

 

I laughed.

 

“It’s a romance. About these two people in circumstances that keep them apart. There’s one scene in it when the guy is confessing his love for the girl. They’re out in the rain; they’re soaked. They have hot, passionate sex after.”

 

“Sounds silly and sappy.”

 

I smacked him.

 

“It’s romantic!”

 

He laughed.

 

“I’m sure it’s just soo romantic. Getting soaking wet and catching pneumonia. Just, ah, romance.”

 

“You wouldn’t understand, you big meathead.”

 

He reached down and tickled my sides. I let out a yelp and he kept doing it.

 

“I’m surprised that you like something like that, though. Romance and all that shit.”

 

I nudged him away a little for his teases.

 

“And why wouldn’t I? I’m still a woman, aren’t I? It’s, you know, appealing.”

 

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He grinned and pressed close to me. His hands settled on either side of my head. I was made very, very much aware of how close he was. “So, you like to be wooed, huh?”

 

“No one calls it wooing anymore.”

 

“Oh, what would you call it?”

 

“I like being seduced.”

 

He chuckled and leaned forward—I thought he was going to kiss me. I was ready for it. The atmosphere was so nice for it, after all. All the rain and seclusion—the rain so hard even if there were cars on the road, they wouldn’t have been able to see us at all.

 

But instead of kissing me on the lips, he bypassed my lips entirely. He skimmed my jaw and nibbled his way into my neck. I gasped softly. This was a lot more tender than the way he had bitten me when he’d fucked me.

 

“Something wrong?” he asked, and I swore I could feel the grin of his lips against my skin.

 

“Nothing wrong at all.”

 

“Good.”

 

He sucked and nibbled at my neck, his hands coming up to cup my breasts over my shirt. My nipples were pert from the cold of the rain and the arousal that I felt. He rubbed and massaged them, his fingers playing over my nipples. I panted and rocked my hips against him as he wound me up tight.

 

“You sound pretty when I’m making you wet,” he said.

 

“Fuck …”

 

“We could …”

 

My skin flushed at the implication. I hadn’t intended on sleeping with him again after the first time … But damn if I hadn’t loved the way that he’d felt between my legs.

 

“Please …”

 

He chuckled a little at my neck and kept nibbling there, playing with my breasts, until he dragged his nails down and slid his hands beneath my shirt. He splayed his hands over my belly before dipping lower, popping the button to my jeans, and pulling the zipper down.

 

“You want me to fuck you, Ember?” he asked, his voice husky.

 

I nodded.

 

“I need you to fuck me.”

 

His hand slid into my pants and I bucked against him when his fingers immediately found my clit. He was right—I was already so, so wet, and my clit was hard and throbbing even before he touched me. I gasped and panted when he started rubbing me there. I soaked my panties with how good it felt.

 

Fuck.

 

His fingers dipped down lower, slipping inside me to work me open. I gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to me and tugged his head from my neck so I could kiss him properly. He practically drank from my mouth and I moaned against him; I was realizing that I was becoming quickly addicted to Wheeler’s kisses. Whether or not that was a good thing would remain to be seen, but I didn’t care about all of that right now. All that mattered was that he was plunging his fingers into me and it had me pulsing around him, slick and wet.

 

As slow as he was going in getting to fucking me, I think both our patience was wearing thin. He worked me up, but all too soon he was pulling his hand from my jeans, tugging them down along with my panties. He flipped me over, pressing my front to the tree while he tugged my back against him.

 

I mewled when he palmed my ass, squeezing it and admiring it.

 

“You have such a glorious, lovely ass,” he growled out. “But it’s not as nice as this pretty pussy of yours.”

 

I wiggled my hips at him, jutting my ass out, presenting that pretty pussy.

 

“Wheeler, please,” I said. “Fuck me.”

 

The zip of his zipper sounded, and he spread me open with his hands before pressing the head of his cock against me. He as thick and long and I reveled in every thick inch that sank into me in one hot stroke. He bottomed out deeply inside me and I moaned, clawing the tree as he started rocking inside me. His cock hit all the good spots inside me. I shuddered and clenched around his cock, drawing him deeper into me.

 

“God, that’s so good, Wheeler. Fuck, harder.”

 

“You’re tryin’ to take it all at once, baby; you think you can handle that?”

 

“What kinda girl do you think I am?”

 

He laughed.

 

“The kind that knows how she wants her cock.”

 

He gripped my hair, pulling me back against him. He bit into my neck and I cried out in ecstasy, and he kept plunging his cock in and out of my tight hole. I dripped down my thighs and over his cock and it was so nasty and lewd and out in the open, but I didn’t care. He made me shake and shiver in the best of ways and I rocked back on his cock like a whore.

 

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!” Wheeler growled against my neck, still keeping that tight hold on my hair like it was reins instead of hair. I loved it.

 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

 

He drove into me, driving me orgasm out of me so quickly I didn’t know what to do with myself. I mewled, my legs trembling and buckling at the intense waves of pleasure that rolled through me. I shook and shook and as Wheeler kept fucking me, it was almost too much—but I loved it more than enough to keep rocking back against him, wanting him to hurry up and cum, wanting to feel his pleasure too.

 

“Come on, Wheeler. Cum for me.”

 

“Fuck, that shit is so hot. You want me to cum in you?”

 

I whined and nodded.

 

“Please, please, please—”

 

He drove into me harder and faster, eventually pressing me almost painfully against the tree to snap flush into my pussy, flooding it with cum. I had never been cum in before, in honesty. The heat of his seed was divine and I moaned, rocking back to milk him for all he was worth. What delighted me was the fact that he wasn’t getting soft inside me.

 

“Fucking hell, that’s hot. So fucking hot.” He gripped my hips and kept rocking himself inside me, cursing up a storm. He rolled his hips, smooth and hard, and made me grip the tree as I let him use my pussy for his pleasure. My cum mixed with his, leaking out of my aching, swollen pussy while he enjoyed how tight I was getting. I was so sensitive; I felt on the cusp of another orgasm.

 

“God, don’t stop!”

 

I’d never had a man that could go again a second time after cumming like that. It had me whining like a little bitch and just. God, it was amazing, and I didn’t know what to do with myself!

 

It was only made more intense when he slipped his hand around and started flicking my clit along with the roughness of his cock inside me. I was done for when he did that, shuddering out a moan and buckling again as another orgasm overtook me and wracking through my whole entire body.

 

“Oh, fuck, fuck!”

 

Wheeler didn’t stop, and I lost track of the time it took for him to cum again, just that while he was fucking through my second orgasm, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life—and that was the truth.

 

He pressed flush to me again when he finally came to his second orgasm, and he pressed to me, mouthing at my tattooed shoulder as he emptied into my pussy. There was such a mess there—I would need a shower at some point, but that was far from my mind then. There was just the ache in my thighs and inside me and the pleasing warmth that was settled in my womb.

 

Wheeler laughed.

 

“What are you laughing for?” I asked, too weak to look behind me to see for myself.

 

“It’s stopped raining. Seems we ended up outlasting the bad weather.”

 

I looked up and sure enough, the rain was long gone. I chuckled.

 

“Seems we have.” I nudged him with my ass, since we were still back there. “We should get back on the road before someone gets us for indecent exposure.”

 

“And public fornication.”

 

I chuckled.

 

Wheeler pulled out of me, keeping a hold on me to make sure I wouldn’t fall before I managed to pull myself standing upright. He was already tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping up. As I slid my panties back up, I noted the slickness between my thighs … the pooled cum against my panties …

 

Wheeler was already walking back over to his bike, but I bit my lip.

 

Shit.

 

That was twice now, wasn’t it?

 

I made a mental to pick up condoms at some point if fucking Wheeler was going to become a regular thing. I was never so irresponsible but … goddamn there was something about Wheeler and this whole situation that was making me throw caution to the wind. Like an idiot.

 

It was just two times. You’ll be fine. Just don’t do it again …

 

“Hey, Ember, you coming or is this your stop?” Wheeler teased.

 

“Oh, shut up, asshole.”

 

I bounded over, albeit a bit shakily. I hopped on the back of his bike and wrapped myself around him. Admittedly, the thought of our irresponsible behavior left me as quickly as we zoomed off onto the road again. What could I say …

 

I was finding myself impossibly drawn to him, and that was making me make bad choices.