Chapter Twenty-Seven

Long, Hard Ride

Grayson

Her grip is getting looser. I knew this three-hour trip back was a bad idea. Not everyone can stay awake for days at a time. Another mile, and we will be at a gas station and halfway home. We can stretch our legs, get some coffee, make out, I think and laugh to myself.

I’m in love. I admitted it. The world hasn’t ended, and life has just begun, because I am choosing her, Mandee Carlin, over everything else. It feels good.

Really damn good.

When we pull in, she leans back as I skate us up to the pumps and climb off, removing my helmet. When she climbs off, I take hers off, too.

“Tired?” I ask as I set them down.

“Exhausted,” she says as she covers her mouth and yawns. Then she asks, “You?”

“I’m good. Could use a cup of coffee. Think you could, too.”

“I’ll go grab us”—she smiles—“some.”

She starts to turn when I grab her elbow. “Could use a kiss first.”

She does that thing with her hands, pushing them under my shirt, running them up my abs, and leaves them on my chest.

“What would you do if I did that to you every time I wanted to?” I ask as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in.

She giggles and looks up.

I bend down to kiss those lips, and she replies, “Probably like it.”

“Oh yeah?” I say with my lips against hers.

“Uh-huh,” she answers breathlessly.

“Right here?” I pull her bottom lip out, keeping it between my teeth and running my tongue across it.

“Uh-huh,” she moans.

“Right now?”

I’m about to just go for it when a car pulls up. She starts laughing when I let go of her lip and groan.

I sigh and kiss the top of her head.

“Be right back.” She turns and walks toward the gas station while I pull my wallet out, swipe my card, and pump the gas.

When she comes out carrying two cups, one in each hand, smiling, I am wheeling the bike toward the side of the gas station.

“Running away?” she teases.

“Nah, just moving out of the way.” I kick down the stand and let her down nice and easy. Then I take a cup from Mandee.

I walk toward her as I take a sip, and keep walking so she has to back up.

“What are you doing?” she asks when her back is against the wall.

I take her coffee and set it down on the ground beside us. “Thinking about feeling you up.” I grip her waist with one hand, looking into her eyes as they get cloudy. “Or down.”

I push my hands down her shorts, and she gasps when my fingers hit under her panties. I spread my two fingers apart and squeeze her little lips together. Her eyes flutter and she moans. I bring them down until I hit her taint, and her eyes widen.

“Tell me no.” I don’t wait for her reply. I push one finger between her soft, little lips and drag it up her seam. She breathes out a gasp when I reach her clit.

I pull my finger out and descend again, two fingers squeezing her together, and then ascend with one finger just inside her lips that are getting slicker.

I take a drink and move my body to the side, blocking her in case a car pulls in. No one gets to see her like this. No one but me.

I repeat the same moves, moving my fingers down, inside, then I move up. Her moans deepen, causing me to move faster down, pushing in deeper, as I move up and take a drink.

I do it over and over again, until I’ve finished my coffee. Then I drop the cup, grab the back of her neck, and pull her in, kissing those fucking lips.

When her legs clench together, I pull back and watch her start to crumble. Her pussy is soaked, and she whimpers my name. “Gray.”

“I got you,” I tell her.

“Gray!” she cries out, and I push two fingers inside her and put my lips over hers as I move them in and out, hard, fast, and deep, until she comes all over my hand, crying out my name in my mouth.

Afterward, she leans against me, spent, and I slow down the thrusts until she stops quivering around my fingers.

I step back and watch her sag against the brick wall. Then I pick up her cup and hand it to her.

She smiles with her eyes still closed, and then opens them.

I put my fingers in my mouth and suck her juices off. “You forgot the creamer. Had to get it myself.”

She smiles and laughs, then takes a sip of her coffee. “I’ll make sure to forget it from now on.”

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Half an hour into our ride home, she starts loosening her grip again.

She needs to wake the fuck up.

At the next light, I undo my pants and pull my cock free. Then I take her hand and wrap it around.

I look back over my shoulder. “Don’t fucking let go.”

She bites her lip and squeezes my dick while she nods.

Thirty minutes more, and I’m going to come.

I pull over at a turn around and step off the bike, leaving it running.

She looks at me funny.

“Move up and turn around.”

“Why?” she asks, yet she does exactly what I asked of her.

I sit facing her and push up her shirt, then pull her bra down so her tit is bare to me. I push my other hand slowly up her shorts and find her pussy hot and wet.

“What got you going?”

“You in my hand,” she answers

I reach up and rev the engine. Her eyes widen, and then I push my finger inside her.

“Feel the vibration?”

She nods.

“Good.” I cup one of her tits and rub my thumb over her clit.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

I pull my finger out of her and pop her other tit out of her bra, squeezing hard and rubbing my thumb over each nipple. “Love these tits,” I groan. “I’m gonna need a little something from...” I stop when she grabs my dick. “Give it a kiss.”

She leans down and licks around my rim, and I lean back so she can take more.

“Mmm...” she moans as she flicks it with her tongue.

“Suck my cock. Take it deep.”

She does, and I have to concentrate really hard so I don’t burst right here, right now.

“Tell me what you want,” I hiss, feeling selfish as fuck.

She looks up at me, mouth full of cock, and pulls back, still stroking me.

“Tell me what you want,” I repeat, and she shakes her head. “Tell me, dammit.”

“Lick me,” she whispers.

“Lick you where?”

“Everywhere.”

I shove her backward on the bike and start tugging down her shorts. When she raises her ass, I pull them down farther, seeing white panties. I can’t get them off fast enough.