Jigsaw texted Kimber after talking to Dax and told her to meet him at the clubhouse in five minutes. She was waiting with a picnic basket over her arm when he got there, all dressed in her leather riding gear. Despite the stress of the day, his cock came alive at the sight of her in all that black leather, she was so damned sexy. He smiled at her as he drove up and said,

“Your chariot, my lady.”

She smiled back at him, that smile that made him fall in love with her. You could never tell by looking at her sweet smile and the sparkle in her eyes how much she'd been through in her life. “Why thank you, kind sir.” She sat the basket down and put on her pink helmet that he'd bought her for her last birthday and then she picked the basket back up and steadied herself against his shoulder with one hand before throwing her leg over the bike. She slid up behind him onto the low-slung leather seat of the Softail Harley. Toolie hadn't been able to put Jigsaw's bike back together after his accident, but when it was decided that he'd stay on the ranch, Dax let him pick out one of spare’s in the shop, and Toolie helped him restore it. The bike was built in the early 2000's, but they'd replaced the important parts, gave it a fresh, new paint job and seat and Levi had spent two weeks on it at the bike shop and when it rolled out of there it was embellished with so much chrome that it almost hurt to look directly at it in the sunlight. Jigsaw loved his bike, but not as much as he loved the woman that was now snuggling in behind him.

“You ready?” he asked her over the rumble of the engine. He felt her adjust the basket so it was high up on one arm and then she slipped her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans in front...perilously close to his already aching cock, and said,

“Ready, let's go.”

Jigsaw pulled out of the little parking lot and onto the gravel road that led to the front gates of the ranch. He drove slowly until they reached the main road and as soon as they were on pavement, he opened it up. The wind whipped around them as the bike ascended the hill that led up into the mountains behind the ranch. It was a windy road, but Jigsaw loved it, especially when Kimber was on the back of the bike. Their bodies moved as one in a sexy slow dance as he took each curve, and the sun got brighter and warmer as they climbed higher. He drove for almost an hour before turning off onto one of the county roads that led into the state park. He stopped and paid the entry fee and then they climbed a little further until he found a quiet, isolated place for their picnic.

He parked the bike and Kimber got off, taking the picnic basket with her and sitting it down in the center of a plush patch of green grass. “It's beautiful here.”

Jigsaw nodded as he got off the bike and pulled off his bandanna. “Yeah, and peaceful. I think we could both use a little peace today.”

She smiled. “For sure. But before we promise not to discuss this anymore today, can you tell me what Dax said?”

With a grin he said, “What makes you think I talked to Dax?”

“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If I didn't know how much you loved me, I might be jealous of your man crush.”

Jigsaw laughed and he felt his face go hot. He'd never call it a “man crush” but, there was definitely a lot of respect there. “You got a blanket in there?” he asked, indicating the basket.

“Yep.” She took out a soft, blue blanket and spread it out on the soft grass. They sat down, and Jigsaw said,

“He thinks I need to check it out...pretty much said the same thing you did, that I need to know. But, he did say one thing that I think was nagging at me, but I just couldn't grasp it. Someone in that club knew I wasn't dead.”

“What do you mean?”

“They buried someone and that someone wasn't me. It's almost like they wanted me to disappear, or maybe I wanted to disappear and someone helped me.”

“That worries me a little. If that's the case, then maybe it's not safe for you to show back up there.”

“Yeah, Dax wants us to wait a day or two while he looks into it. Now that we have a name, it shouldn't be too hard for him to get some information.”

“What about Sidewinder? He is putting it all together.”

“Dax said he would talk to him, but, he wasn't worried. Sidewinder is affiliated with the Knightriders, but something of a lone wolf. Dax trusts him here, with the Skulls secrets, so he doesn't feel like we have anything to worry about where I'm concerned.”

“Good,” she said, but she frowned.

“Hey, no frowning. This is a picnic. There's no frowning when you're on a picnic. Where's the food by the way?”

She smiled and started unloading the picnic basket. There was bread and cheese and cold cuts and fruit and homemade brownies that the girl who ran the bakery that the club owned in town had made fresh that morning. Kimber knew that Jigsaw wasn't a wine drinker, so she'd thrown in a couple bottles of beer. They ate, talked about everything except the Knightriders and who he might be, laughed and just spent time enjoying each other's company. It was exactly what the doctor ordered for both of them. After they put what was left of the food back in the basket, Jigsaw lay down on his back and Kimber rested in the crook of his arm and he just enjoyed holding her. Nothing in his memory had ever felt as good as having her in his arms. He never wanted to lose that...no matter who he turned out to be. He dipped his head down and kissed her softly on the forehead and moved his free hand over to gently stroke his fingers down her arm. He felt her shudder and snuggle into him deeper. She lay like that for a few moments, just letting him touch her lightly before lifting her face up to his. Jigsaw kissed her lips then, softly. Her tongue came out and brushed across his lips, lightly. Their hold on each other became tighter and slowly the kiss began to gain momentum.

Their lips were locked tightly, almost melded together as one entity. Their tongues danced and dueled, and Jigsaw's hands moved from her arm to the curve of her waist, drifting up and down to the sexy rise of her hips and the soft curve of the outside of her breast. What he loved the most about touching her and being touched by her...if anyone ever asked, was that every time felt like the first time. While they kissed, he began to slowly lift her blouse, running his hands across her smooth, bare skin as he did. He felt the goosebumps as they rose like peaks against his palms. He pushed her bra up out of his way and felt the hard peaks there, causing her to moan and sigh into his mouth.

He let go of her mouth so that she could take a breath, but his kept moving, all the way over to her ear. He sucked the sensitive lobe into his mouth and nibbled on it, delighting in the sexy sounds that she made while he did. He worked his way down to her neck, kissing, licking and sucking there. She rubbed herself against him, grinding her crotch into the side of his big thigh. He used one arm to pull her up on top of him and then held onto her waist and pulled her up so that her breasts dangled over his lips. Slowly, and teasingly he let his tongue come out and lick across the sexy, aroused nipple. She was squirming and groaning now, trying to get him to take in more. She had her hands on his head, pressing him into her chest. He continued to lick softly and tease both hard nipples until her groans became even more desperate, and at last he sucked one into his mouth and began to nibble at it. She was grinding her hips into his crotch now, rubbing up against the hard pole in his jeans that was eager to escape and be inside of her. He took his time with her breasts, only stopping when he finally couldn't take it any longer and had to taste the rest of her.

“Take these clothes off, baby, they're in my way.” Kimber didn't question him. She stood up and with a foot on either side of his legs, she did a sexy striptease for him, peeling each piece of clothing off slowly, turning around backwards when she slid off her jeans, and then facing him once more as the sexy little thong she wore slid down across her silky thighs and hard calves. As soon as she was stripped bare, he sat up and took hold of the cheeks of her butt, pulling her back down so that her pussy was right over his face. He inhaled her sweetness before pulling her down even further so that sweet, soaking-wet pussy was sitting right down on his face. He brought his tongue out and licked the swollen lips, and then between them, and then he let it slide up inside of her, moving it in and out while she moaned and rocked into him. He loved the way she tasted...the way her warm, wet juices coated his tongue. His nose was pressed hard against her engorged clit while he fucked her with his tongue and even when it seemed like she couldn't take any more, he didn't stop sucking and licking. With a loud cry and a call of his name her body went rigid and he could not only feel the rush of her orgasm, but he could taste it. He loved making his girl come.

“Jesus Jig...fuck...” She collapsed for a few seconds, taking some deep breaths until she was able to breathe normally. Her thighs were shaking as she climbed off his face. She sat looking down at him for several minutes with a sexy look of lust and awe in her eyes before finally saying, “Your turn, take off those clothes...they're in my way.”