Luke hadn’t started off the ride feeling like his whole body was on fire. Throughout dinner, and even after when they’d first mounted the bike, Luke had considered how good it had felt to be experiencing such a calm and normal evening with Shayla. Besides the cameras, of course. But there had been no threats, no other women vying for his attention, and he hadn’t been bothered by any club business.
It was the kind of serene lifestyle that Luke had never thought he’d get. The kind that he hadn’t thought he either deserve or wanted. But with Shayla there, eating a roast chicken and talking about sports and the weather, Luke had felt a stirring for something that he hadn’t before. He felt like he wanted a simpler life. Not just with anyone though, and certainly not by himself.
Luke wanted a simple life with Shayla.
And then, with her arms and legs around him, she had purred those naughty words into his ear. And well, his dream of a simpler life had taken a backseat for the time being. All that was on his mind was how good it would feel to be inside Shayla again. And he knew just the spot.
Luke sped out onto the highway and away from town, doing as Shayla said and thinking about what exactly he wanted to do to her. There were too many things to choose from, truth be told. They would need a whole week to exhaust the number of things that he wanted to do to her sweet body. And they only had one night.
Oh well. Better than nothing, he supposed.
Luke turned down one side road and then the next, each street getting smaller and quieter. He could almost feel Shayla’s anticipation building with each turn. His own, too. His cock was hard and ready in his jeans—had been the moment she’d said to take her somewhere they wouldn’t be disturbed.
And they were there.
He could only imagine the look Shayla gave him when he stopped the bike and killed the ignition in front of the old cemetery. The sun had just slipped behind the mountains, and though the sky was light there was definitely an eerie sense to the evening air. But he knew she was too far gone with lust to care. She would probably fuck him behind a Taco Bell at this point. And god, he loved that about her.
They both stepped off of the bike and looked out over the grassy expanse of the graveyard.
“Come on, little one,” Luke said. “There’s a thing or two I’m going to do to that hot body of yours.”
Her eyes flashed with passion, the heat of it searing through her apprehension. “I can’t wait.”
He smacked her on the ass and walked in toward the copse of trees in the middle. “I want to hear you moan so loud you wake the dead. Do you understand?”
Shayla tagged along behind him. “Isn’t that a bit disrespectful?”
There it was. Luke smirked. He knew her lust would only get her so far. He wheeled on her and captured her ass in his hands, pulling her tight against him so that he could feel her body grind against his bulge.
“This is a place that commemorates the one inevitability of life, sweetheart.” He leaned in and nipped her ear with his teeth. “Death.” Moving his lips down to her neck, Luke began to suckle and nip. “Another fact of life, though not an inevitability, is fucking.” He pulled back and stared in her eyes. “What we’re about to do is more natural than the stones they use to mark the graves.”
Her eyes were wide, her pupils small even in the dim light. He knew that if he slipped a hand down the front of her jeans she’d be soaking wet. He released her, giving her another smack on the ass and calling behind him as he continued on, “And this is the only place I know of that will be completely deserted at this time of night. Of the living, at least.”
Shayla ate it up like candy, catching up with him and lacing her fingers through his. He looked down at the gesture but didn’t scoff as he might have with someone else. He wanted to hold hands with Shayla, much as he’d never admit to anyone. But what happened here was for them and them alone. That’s why he wanted to bring her here.
They found a grassy knoll with nobody buried underneath it—Luke drew the line somewhere—and he threw her to the springy earth. Shayla clearly hadn’t expected such fire from him, but the look on her face informed him that she was anything but put off. She reached down and pulled him on top of her, fiercely pressing her lips against his and into a demanding kiss.
But Luke would not allow anything less than him dominating her. Holding hands he could abide, but while they were in the throes of passion he would be the one in charge. He pinned her to the grass and began roughly feeling her up, running his hands down her luscious cleavage and between her thighs, rubbing the denim of her pants and causing her to groan.
“Not good enough,” he growled, unbuttoning her jeans and ripping them down her thighs. She helped him by kicking off the garment, her panties with them. Then Luke pressed his fingers between her folds and began to rub vigorously. Shayla rewarded him with a louder moan, one that echoed around them and caused his cock to throb painfully.
She was so wet and ready that he swore loudly, probing her pussy with his skilled fingers. But he had barely seen any of her yet. He wanted to see the evening light across the creamy expanse of her tits.
Getting Shayla’s shirt off was even easier than her jeans. In a couple deft movements, she was completely exposed to him, and he teased her nipples with his mouth as he extracted more moans from her throat. But he knew that he wouldn’t get the real show stopper until he pumped inside of her.
Luke leaned back and unzipped his jeans, freeing his swollen cock and leaning back down again to position it at her pussy.
“Wait, aren’t you getting naked too?” Shayla asked. “I want to feel you.”
Luke laughed. “You asked what I wanted, little one.” He shoved himself inside of her, filling her in one smooth motion. He leaned down the shell of her ear. “And what I want is a rough, dirty fuck under the stars with you screaming beneath me.”
He pulled back and thrusted in again, and Shayla cried out in rapture. She put her arms around his neck and he growled, ripping them off and pinning them above her head while he slammed into her. “You like this, little one?”
He joined their hips again and Shayla screamed, “Yes!”
Luke nearly blew his load with how hot that had sounded. He began to rut into her, biting at her neck and whispering filthy things into her ear as he did. Her cries grew louder and louder, until finally she came with a shriek that went straight through Luke to his balls. He tensed and emptied inside of her, his whole body alive with electricity.
Collapsing on top of his woman, Luke drew in several deep breaths and sighed. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit indeed,” Shayla replied, chuckling.
Luke drew back up and prepared to get off of her, when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over slowly, trying not to alarm Shayla.
Fuck.
Twenty or thirty feet away, he recognized the villainous smirks of Dax and Klyde. That was bad. Beside them, Raven sat with sunglasses on, looking bored. That was worse. In Dax’s hand was a phone, and the red light flashing informed Luke that they had just been recorded.
That was horrible.
At his sighting of them, the three rats scurried off into the trees. Thankfully they were quiet about it, and Shayla still hadn’t noticed that something was amiss. She was still bathing in the glow of her orgasm, a massive smile plastered on her lips.
Should he tell her? Luke looked down at the gorgeous blonde, whose eyes were bright and whose cheeks with flushed with an otherworldly glow. He couldn’t tell her. She’d only get upset, and hopefully he’d be able to do something about it before Raven and her brothers did whatever they intended to do with the recording.
Hopefully.