“I’ve been at the ranch for almost a year now and I’m thanking God for Sturgis, because I was about to lose my mind.”

“So, you’re a nomad, like your parents?” He thought he detected a note of disappointment in her voice and for some reason that made him happy. He liked the idea of her not wanting him to leave. He hadn’t ever felt so connected to someone so soon. But he’d already been thinking about what it would be like to have a life on the road, and an old lady to ride with him, like his dad and mom had, and suddenly instead of a blank silhouette where that woman had been before, he was picturing Chelsea.

“I want to be. When I finished my prospecting Dax had more of a need for guys on the ranch than he did another nomad. I worked on the ranch for a couple years and then he cut me loose to go out and ride with this guy named Zack. He’s a piece of work, and for the first few months I wanted to kill him, but he grows on you,” he said with a laugh. “Anyways, I had an awesome time, but then some shit happened at the ranch and Dax needed us back again, so I’m just waiting for my next chance. I plan on doing it like my folks did, though…when I get an old lady, you know?” Something was in her eyes that he couldn’t read. Maybe she sensed he was already thinking about her going with him, and she thought it was too soon. She’d be right. What the hell was he thinking? He didn’t even know her. She was a one-night stand and suddenly he had her riding a trike with his kid in the sidecar. He laughed at himself in his head and to Chelsea he said:

“I’ve been doing all the talking and I still don’t know much about you.”

Chelsea took the last bite of her burger and said, “You can put that I love these burgers on the list of things you know about me,” she said with a wink. “Damn, that was good.”

“I know, right? You really should try one of these buffalo egg rolls.”

She laughed. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. As far as talking about me, there’s just not much to tell. My parents are ranchers and my dad is a veterinarian. I have a sister. She’s ten years older than me, so she moved out when I was about nine and went to school in New York. She married a lawyer and they moved to Rhode Island. They’ve got a couple of kids and I see them on holidays, but we’re not really close. I am close to my parents. I told you about my addiction problems…”

“Not really,” he said.

She frowned. “Okay, I told you I am an addict.”

“Yes.”

“Well, while I was using I put my poor parents through hell. I’m lucky they love me because I wouldn’t be here today if not for them. Thankfully they’ve forgiven me, and we’ve moved past it…for the most part.”

“You were planning on going to visit them this weekend, right? I could tell how disappointed you were when your mom called to cancel. Is everything okay with them?” Her eyes swam instantly with tears, but she didn’t let them fall. She cleared her throat and he could see her trying to feign indifference as she said:

“Yeah, I was just looking forward to getting away from the city. I work in a coffee shop and I’ve been working a lot of overtime lately. My boss gave me the four days off as a reward for working so much. My parents have horses. My horse from when I was a kid still lives there. I love to ride.”

“Well then, you hooked up with the right guy,” he said with a wink. “I got you out of the city and I took you for a ride.”

She laughed. “Well, I can’t argue with that.”

Chopper looked across the patio to where the pool sat. The sun was almost completely down, and the moon was rising and glistening off the calm surface of the water. “It sure is peaceful out here.”

She nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“Nobody around for miles.”

She looked at him with a half-smile and a question in her eyes and said, “Yeah…”

“I bet old Rusty spent a lot of time naked in that pool.”

Chelsea raised an eyebrow and then with a wistful look on her face she said, “Hmm…Rusty Daniels…naked…”

“Wait a second, back up. You’re picturing him naked?”

“Well, you brought it up,” she said. Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Okay, well, now I’m saying we should drop it. Just erase it from your mind…”

“I’m not sure it’ll be that easy. I saw him in town once. He has some killer tattoos…”

“I have tattoos.”

“Mm-hmm…I noticed,” she said, but she sounded distracted.

“You’re still picturing him naked, aren’t you?”

“I’m afraid it’s stuck in my head now. I’m not sure what it will take to get it out. Maybe if I saw you naked again…”

Chopper laughed. “Baby, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was say so.” He was on his feet that quickly, pulling his shirt over his head. Chelsea licked her lips as his hands went to the button on his jeans and he shivered in anticipation of that tongue on his body again. Jesus, he loved fucking her. He kicked off his boots and peeled off his jeans. When he was down to his shorts he said, “That image of Rusty gone yet?”

She raised one eyebrow and focused on his shorts. His cock responded, building a tent right in front of her sexy green eyes. “Just about,” she said, thoughtfully.

He shook his head and dropped his shorts. “Trust me, he’s not packing this kind of heat.”

Chelsea stood up and shocked him by taking his throbbing cock in her hand. She looked him straight in the eyes and said, “He who?” Chopper bent down and met her lips with his and while they kissed, she slid her hand up and down his shaft, slowly, erotically, driving him crazy with lust. He could barely speak when he broke the kiss and whispered in a husky voice:

“Have you ever had sex in a jacuzzi?”

“No,” she said, “but I was also thinking that hammock looks pretty nice.” Chopper hadn’t noticed a hammock. He turned to look at it and she wrapped her arms around him from behind. It was a hug, just sweet and intimate; and as horny as he was, and as much as he knew he was about to enjoy the hell out of her, he thought that hug was probably going to be what he would remember the most about the night. He hadn’t realized until he met Chelsea just how much he’d been craving a real, intimate partnership, or maybe he hadn’t been craving it, until he met her. He put his arm around her and led her over to the jacuzzi and flipped the switch on the wall to turn it on, and then led her over to where the huge hammock was hung between two big trees. There was a lamppost not far away and as he sat down in the hammock, he was treated to the delicious sight of her body as she stripped off her clothes, slowly.

As soon as she was as naked as he was, she stepped toward him and he pulled her down on the hammock. Their hands were all over each other, exploring the dips and curves like they had never touched before. Chelsea was the one that went in for the kiss this time, and their lips met at the same time as their tongues. The kiss was hot, wet, and wild. He pulled her up into his lap and took her breasts in his hands. He loved the way they felt. They were full and firm, but not too big. He could fit one perfectly in each hand, just the way he liked it. Her pussy was sitting down on top of his cock as he twisted her nipples and he could feel that she was as wet as he was hard.

He leaned in and put his mouth on one of her breasts. He sucked it into his mouth and used his tongue to flick the nipple back and forth. Chelsea brought her hands up to the back of his head and held it against her breasts. She moaned as he sucked harder and licked faster. He moved over and sucked and licked on the other breast, biting at the nipple lightly, making her moan louder and squirm back and forth against his cock. Finally, he felt like he had to kiss her again. He wanted her sexy mouth on his. He wanted to feel her moans leave her lips. He moved his mouth back up to hers and while they kissed, he let his fingers play between her legs. He was treated to moans and sighs that came from deep in her chest…Fuck, she’s sexy.

She worked her hand down in between them and took his cock in her hand again. It was twitching like crazy and her touch was like an electric shock to his system. He shuddered hard as she began to stroke it again, running her thumb around the head of it each time she reached the tip. He was still kissing her, tasting her lips and her tongue, and letting his tongue explore as far back into her throat as he could get. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to taste the rest of her. He lay back, put his hands on her waist, and pulled one of his legs up on the hammock. He steadied it with the other one, and once it stopped rocking wildly, he pulled her up so that she was sitting on his face.

She gasped when he slid his tongue in between her hot, wet folds. He licked her from one end to the other, holding her waist tightly so she couldn’t wiggle away. He worked his tongue up inside her and felt the soft, sexy walls of her pussy tighten around it. God, she tasted good, and she sounded good. Her head was thrown back and the tips of her hair tickled his chest. Her knees were bent next to his head and when he sucked her clit in between his teeth, she tightened them around his face. She was so wet that her juices had coated his tongue and throat. He could feel her struggling against his hold. She was getting ready to come. Her body couldn’t be still, and she was at that point where it felt good and bad all at the same time. She gasped, moaned, groaned, and then suddenly her hands were in his hair and she was nearly ripping it out as she screamed out his name into the night sky and he felt her release her orgasm. She whimpered and rocked on his face for several long seconds before suddenly sliding down his body and shivering and shaking against him. Her mouth attacked his and she kissed him like a woman crazed. He loved knowing he was the one making her crazy. He knew she was only joking earlier about Rusty, but two days into this “relationship” or whatever it was, he already hated the idea of anyone else ever touching her.

When her kisses calmed down and her body settled down to a light quiver, he stood them both up and walked her over to the bubbling jacuzzi. He helped her step in and sit down on the ledge and then he went back over to his jeans and grabbed a condom out of his pocket. He carried it over and sat it on the edge of the tub before sliding down into the warm water next to her. He picked her up again – she was even lighter in the water – and he sat her down between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her and bent down to kiss her ear and her neck. She twisted her head around and their tongues tangled up again. The whole time his hard cock was pressing urgently into her back.

He let his hands run up and down her beautiful body, feeling her breasts, her nipples, her arms, her stomach, then finally sliding them along the insides of her smooth thighs and teasing her by slowly stroking around the outside of her pussy. She whimpered and squirmed after a while, moving her hips so that he was touching her clit. As soon as he got the hard nub between his fingers, he began to twist and pull on it, rub it and manipulate it until she was squirming wildly. She finally pulled free of him, like she could no longer take it and she turned to face him. “Sit on the top side, please.”

Chopper wasn’t going to argue with her no matter what she said. He pushed up to the top and sat with his legs dangling down into the tub. She climbed up between them on her knees and he sucked in a breath when she lowered her mouth and sucked his cock into it. Her tongue and lips felt so good, gripping him tightly as she bobbed her head up and down. He let his hands play through her long, silky hair, twisting it around his fingers. She slowly increased her pace, sucking not only faster, but harder, and licking around the tip of it each time, almost letting it fall out of her mouth before dropping her head down and taking him back in almost to the back of her throat. She did that a few times and then all of a sudden, he felt her swallow around it and explosions went off in his head. He had to pull her off him; he didn’t want to come in her mouth again. He wanted to be in her pussy. He wanted to come inside of her so fucking badly, but that would have to wait until they’d been together longer. He smiled at that secret thought. He wanted to “be together” with her longer. He reached behind him and took the condom off the cement and ripped it open with his teeth. Chelsea was pressing her hands into the cement step on either side of his legs, but she brought one up and took the condom out of his hand. He sat back and watched her, and felt her roll it on him, slow, sexy, erotic…fuck… As soon as he was covered, she lifted herself up and put her knees on either side of his thighs. She sat up high and teased the tip of his cock for a while, kissing his lips and his neck and rubbing herself on him. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he grabbed her hips and shoved himself up inside of her, hard, deep, and rough. She cried out in ecstasy and gripped onto his shoulders. She used her hold as leverage to move her body up and down sliding his cock in and out of her tight pussy.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes, she rode him like he was a stallion. He gripped her ass, digging his fingers into her, slapping it lightly every so often, kissing her, sucking her lips, sucking her tits, dangling on the edge of exploding the entire time, right up until she screamed out, “Oh, Justice! Fuck! Oh my god, I fucking love fucking you!” That was when he couldn’t hold back a second longer. They held onto each other tightly as each one of them reached their peak and rode the waves to the other side. Chopper held her in the warm water with the moonlight shining down on them both and wondered if life could get any more perfect. He closed his eyes and listened to the silence of the night and felt the rise and fall of her chest against his as she breathed, and wondered why he could hear the sound of a Harley in the background. Fuck! It was his Harley. Chelsea must have realized it at the same time. She jumped up off him and he jumped out of the jacuzzi. The condom fell off as he ran naked across the grass and toward the house. By the time he left a trail of water and other fluids across the highly polished wood floors and out onto the front porch, his bike was no more than a flash of a taillight in the distance. Motherfucker.