Isaac swung his leg over his bike and pressed the ignition. The engine purred like a contented kitten. He’d like to work on Ava and get her feeling the same way, but he wasn’t holding his breath. Hopefully he’d scared her off from this bar and her stupid idea of hooking up with a biker.

This was not the place a woman came for a fuck on the wild side. Isaac may be horny enough to grab low-lying fruit, but not with a woman like her. A rich, spoiled bitch who expected men to drop at her feet. He also didn’t want her thinking she could come back here again for a quick, easy fuck. She’d get way more than a quick fuck from the other guys in that bar. And there wouldn’t be anything easy about it.

He glanced at his watch. Three minutes.

Isaac lifted his helmet over his head. He kicked the stand free, revved the gas, and turned the bike toward the exit.

His headlamp washed over Ava coming toward him. His stomach jumped. His body surged with excitement, anticipation, hunger.

She strapped her purse across her body and came to a stop beside him.

He let the bike idle and leaned back, pulling off his helmet.

They stared at each other for a long, hot minute. She was really stunning. Fresh and young and refined. Her mind and her tongue were quick. Her will strong. She reminded Isaac of the women he used to date—lawyers and doctors and corporate women. The kind of women who bored Isaac to death. Until now. Until he thought of dominating her.

“I-I told my friend we were going for a ride,” she told him.

The double meaning made him smile. Her safety measures—as minimal as they were—also gave him a sliver of relief. At least she hadn’t just disappeared with a stranger without telling anyone.

“Have you ridden?” he asked.

“No.”

“Come here.”

She took two more steps toward him.

“Count backward from one hundred,” he told her.

“Wh—”

“No questions. Just do it.”

She licked her lips. “One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven—”

“Done.” He slid the helmet over her head, then fastened the strap.

“Why’d you want me to do that?” Her question came muffled behind the helmet.

“To see how drunk you are.” He tested the security of the helmet. “Climb on.”

Ava hiked her skirt, giving him a glimpse of smooth thighs, then grabbed his biceps to pull herself onto the bike behind him. She found the footrests and intimately pressed the front of her body to the back of his. She was warm and soft, with lots of curves.

By the end of their short drive, one of two things would have happened. The rumble of the bike between her thighs would have her hot and wet and ready to fuck. Or the night air would have awakened her common sense, and she’d want to return to her friend at the bar.

He spent the short drive making plans for both scenarios. He’d start dirty. If she could handle that, he’d get rough. If she wasn’t begging to go back to the bar, he’d give her the ride of her sheltered life.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

He huffed a laugh but didn’t answer. Now she thought to ask?

Eight minutes later, he slowed, steered off-road, and coasted along a gravel path, through thick brush and low branches until the lake came into view. The water was black with a cone of moonlight rippling on the quiet surface.

He parked the bike beside a picnic table someone had built from the surrounding trees, shut down the engine, and twisted toward her. He unbuckled the helmet, drew it from her head, and settled it on his handlebars.

Ava brushed her hair out of her eyes and gazed at the water. “What lake is this? I didn’t know it was here.”

“You slum these backwoods often, do you? Hop off, babe.”

She balanced her hands on his shoulders and swung her leg over the back of the bike. Isaac followed. He strolled to the lake’s edge, and looked out over the dark water for a moment. Crickets and cicadas broke the silence. A breeze blew through the treetops. Isaac turned and found her several feet behind him, her features highlighted by the cool white hue of scattered moonlight. “Take off your top.”

She remained still and silent.

“I’m not asking twice.”

He was thinking this might end sooner than even he’d expected, until she exhaled, lowered her hands to the edges of her blouse, and lifted it over her head.

Her waist was small, her breasts full. Hunger swelled in the back of his throat.

When she laid her blouse on the table, he just stared, knowing it unnerved her. “Now your skirt.”

She thought about it a long moment, then obeyed. Sliding the zipper at her hip, she shimmied the fabric over her hips and let it fall to her feet. Now she stood in the moonlight in nothing but bra, panties, and black thigh-high suede boots, their rhinestones winking in the night.

Long legs, nice tits, curvy hips. “Wow.”

He wandered toward her and stopped two inches away, where he towered over her until she had to tilt her head back to hold his gaze. He laid his hands on her shoulders and dropped into a slow crouch, running his hands over her arms, her waist, her hips. She trembled, just a barely there shiver that thrilled the hell out of him.

“Step out,” he told her. When she did, he laid her skirt on top of her blouse and met her gaze again. He stroked one hand down the length of her hair. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He cradled her chin while he stroked her lips with his thumb. “Too good for me. Way too good for those bastards at the bar.”

She lifted her hands to his torso and clutched the fabric of his T-shirt, shooting tingles over his skin. On the next path of Isaac’s thumb, Ava parted her lips and took it inside. Isaac’s gut clenched. She held his gaze while she pumped his thumb slowly between her lips, sucking and licking. The sensations shot straight between his legs, and Isaac groaned in approval.

She covered his hand with hers. Without looking away, she used his index finger to slowly impale her mouth before she sucked. Then added his middle finger. The heat and suction teased his cock into stone.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “You’re good with that mouth.”

Her heavy-lidded eyes sparkled up at him as if to say, You’re damn right I am.

He wanted to give her free access to him, let her lead and see where she took them. But that wasn’t why he’d brought her on this secluded rendezvous. And he was pretty damn sure he would go home blue-balled for his efforts to teach princess Ava a valuable lesson.

Isaac stroked his free hand up her belly and over her chest, pausing to cup and squeeze one breast. Man, it had been way too long since he’d had his hands on a woman. Ava’s lids dipped, and she sighed. That was when he lifted his hand from her breast and closed it around her throat.

She gasped, and her eyes opened wide with the first flash of fear. When her hand circled his wrist, he let the moment linger. Let the fear sting her eyes. Gave it time to sink into her belly. A visceral memory he wanted to stick. “You’ve let a stranger take you into the middle of nowhere to get fucked.” He spoke quietly but kept a hard edge in his voice. “Do you have a death wish?”

Isaac shifted his hand from her throat to her jaw and held her firmly. She curled her fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away, but she took the last step toward him and pressed her body against his. “There are no guarantees in life. I could die crossing a Manhattan street tomorrow. Katie knows I’m with you, and I’m in the mood to step out of my safe little box, which has turned out to be more like a cell. Safety, risk—they’re just smoke and mirrors.”

There were far too many buried double meanings there to untangle. He pressed his thumb against her lower lip again, dragging her mouth open and sliding his fingers back into the wet heat. Ava put her tongue to work, licking and stroking. Watching the oral power struggle added weight to his gut. His cock throbbed. Her nails dug into his sides, turning up the fire between his legs.

“Where’d a girl like you learn to use her mouth like this?”

Her answer came in another stroke of her tongue and tight, hard suction. He pulled his fingers free, trailed the wetness over her jaw, down her neck, then her chest, and stroked her nipple beneath her lace bra. Ava sucked a breath and arched toward his touch.

He released her abruptly, giving her a little push. She fell a step back, staring at him in confusion. But she didn’t tell him to take her back to her friend at the bar. Didn’t reach for her clothes.

Isaac turned his back and wandered toward his bike, rubbing a hand down his face. She was going to be a tougher nut than he thought.

He turned and rested his ass on the seat of his bike. With his hands flanking his hips, he set his feet and met her gaze. “Come here.”

She hesitated. Took a breath. And started forward.

When she stopped he ordered, “Open my jeans.”

Her eyes were dark, her chest rocking with quick breaths as she stepped between his legs. She worked the button open, then the zipper. Without hesitation, she pushed his briefs aside and stroked his cock. Pleasure burned beneath her hand and exploded through his hips.

Isaac choked back a groan and gritted his teeth. He gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Knees,” he ordered, his voice gravelly with lust. “Suck my cock. On your knees. In the dirt.”

Ava’s hesitation shot dual streams of relief and disappointment through Isaac. Just when he was sure she’d step away, Ava dropped to her knees. Without another word of direction, without a whimper of argument, she enveloped him in her mouth like she’d been starving for cock.

Lust surged through his veins. Hot, wet pressure dragged him under. Isaac’s mind evaporated in searing pleasure. He gripped the motorcycle’s seat to hold himself steady and pushed his other hand into Ava’s hair.

“Jesus Christ,” he bit out, grasping for control. Rough sounds clawed at his throat.

She didn’t stop to take a breath, didn’t pause to stroke him with her hand, didn’t take any shortcuts. She just pushed his full length into her mouth over and over with the zealousness of a woman who strived to please. And the sight of his cock plunging into the heat of her mouth pushed him to the edge. To hold back, he took control again.

“Fucking beautiful, baby.” He fisted her hair, drawing her deeper on his cock until his head tapped her throat. “Oh yeah. Right there.”

Her sound of surprise rippled on the night air. But instead of pulling back, she adjusted to the new demand and tackled it with gusto. Isaac let go. He opened his mouth and let the sounds of pleasure rake the night. Let the tremors rack his body.

His cock in Ava Jennings’s mouth. Truly a fantasy come true. But she still had a lesson to learn: Don’t come back.

He collected his draining control, pushed both hands into her hair, and guided her deep onto his cock, searching for her limits so he could not just push them but break them. But she gripped his thighs and let him use her mouth to fuck his cock, submitting to his every demand. Nothing deterred her—not holding her steady and thrusting into her mouth. Not ordering her to swallow when he was at the back of her throat. Not fisting her hair until she made a sound of complaint.

To his frustration, Isaac discovered Ava’s will was stronger than his self-control. “I’m going to flood your fucking throat.”

Instead of pulling back to refuse, Ava moaned and sucked harder.

Holy fuck.

Isaac dropped his head back and squeezed his eyes closed. He tightened his grip in her hair and held her steady for three wild thrusts, then he pulled her off his cock as he spilled, his cum a fountain over her throat and chest while he voiced his pleasure in the darkness.