Ava eased back on her heels with a sense of supreme satisfaction. A sense of having pleased a virile man. The kind of man she would never have thought about approaching two weeks ago. And while she was sure Katie would have told her that she’d let him use her to get his rocks off, Ava found that fact liberating. Even…empowering.

She licked a drop of cum from her lips. He tasted sour and sweet, musky and salty. A smile crept across her face. A sense of giddiness lightened her chest. That had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and she was grateful for the alcohol that let her drop her guard enough to participate.

In the last twenty minutes, she’d rediscovered a sexuality that Matthew had stolen. His displeasure and disinterest had stripped Ava of her sexual self-confidence. This sexy, dark stranger had given it back. After feeling unwanted for months, Isaac’s white-hot desire fed her starving soul. She’d also discovered that she didn’t need to have an orgasm to enjoy sex. Sure, her body felt like a Fourth of July sparkler wishing it were a full-fledged firework, but she still experienced deep gratification from bringing Isaac pleasure.

“You’re pleased with yourself.” Isaac’s rough voice pulled her mind back to the moment.

He leaned heavily on the motorcycle, his chest rocking with quick breaths, his eyes dark and satisfied. And maybe a little surprised. But no one was more surprised than Ava.

She’d never had a man come on her like this. Hell, she’d never even had sex outdoors. She’d always imagined feeling uneasy, inhibited, fearful others would see. Now, she felt strangely comfortable in a bra, panties, and thigh-high boots. But knowing she was with a man who truly found her sexy was the biggest thrill of all.

Lifting a hand to her throat, she slid her fingers through the warm liquid painting her neck, her chest, her breasts. She should probably feel disgusted, but she didn’t. The musky scent of sex thrilled her.

“I’m pleased that I pleased you,” she told him.

Isaac’s smile grew and turned warm—and God, what a smile. This man could help her forget all about her inhibitions, her fears, her worries. He’d been right. She’d never felt so used, or so satisfied. She didn’t understand it now, but maybe she would when her alcohol buzz cleared.

She laid her hands on his knees and pushed to her feet. He gripped her hips and pulled her between his thighs, then stripped his T-shirt over his head and used it to clean up the mess he’d made. The gesture was oddly tender, warming a cold place inside her.

He had a dusting of dark hair across his pecs and a thin trail from his belly button to his sex. Isaac was so very male. Built and bronzed. Alpha and controlling. Confident and passionate. She’d never realized how different men could be, but Isaac was Matthew’s complete opposite.

Ava shook her hair out of her face and slid her hands over his hard, molded torso. “No tattoos.”

“Nope.” He balled up his tee and tossed it on the picnic table. “You know coming out here with any other guy in that bar would be dangerous.”

“I hope you’re not going to ruin this by scolding me.”

“Consider it a safety warning. They would do a lot more than fuck you.” He squeezed her waist. “They’d hurt you. Do you understand that?”

She took a slow breath, sobered by his serious concern. “I wouldn’t have come out here with anyone else in that bar. And I should point out that you may not have hurt me, but you haven’t fucked me either.”

“Yet.”

That made her heart leap. She scraped her bottom lip between her teeth and leaned into him, pressing her chest against his. “Yet.”

He slid his arms around her. His big hands warmed her back. With one forearm tight at her hips, he fingered the hair away from her face. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you pick a prize.”

That struck her funny. “A prize?”

He opened one of the panniers on the back of his bike and pulled out a small canvas bag. Unzipping the top, he held it open to her. “A prize.”

She couldn’t see what was inside, so she felt around. Everything was wrapped in cellophane and the sound crinkled in the night air. She tried to feel through the thin packaging, but the only familiar items were square condom packets. She grabbed one, along with something small and cylindrical.

Before she could hold it up to the moonlight, Isaac took both from her hand with a hot chuckle. “Nice. Now find a bottle.”

She pulled one from the bag, only to have Isaac snatch it before she could read the label. He popped the top, took one of her hands in his, and poured something into her palm. Something silky smooth she was sure had to be lube. Her sex clenched in anticipation, and nerves tingled along her spine.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Amazing.”

“I’d like to bathe you in it and do unspeakable things to you all night.” His dark voice held an edge of wicked desire that acted like a stroke of his hand between her legs. He tore open the packaging and the chirp of crickets filled the night once again. “But we’ll have to adjust for the setting.”

He gripped her waist, stepped out from between her and the bike, and turned, pressing his chest to her back. His fingers hooked into her panties. He gave her neck a nip with his teeth as the silk slid down her thighs and dropped to her feet. Then his hands stroked her thighs and cupped her ass. Ava’s skin prickled with pleasure, and her eyelids fell closed.

“Ready for round two?” he whispered at her ear.

Ava’s breath hitched. Her heart rate kicked up.

“This one’s for you,” he said. “Time to get some dirt under your fingernails.”

She thought she’d already done that.

“Let’s just get rid of this last little thing.” He unclasped her bra, and it fell down her arms.

And, God help her, she had nowhere to hide.

His erection fit into the low curve of her spine, and Ava arched against him. Isaac pushed a foot between hers and spread them. More cool air teased her skin. More apprehension crept into her gut. More need blossomed between her legs. Isaac pressed his chest to her back and bent her toward the bike, his teeth teasing the nape of her neck.

Her chest pressed against the leather seat, and she braced her palms on something metal. Tingles ravaged her skin. He slid his hand between her legs, and she startled at the cold touch. She laughed, then groaned as he stroked the lube over every inch of her sex. The easy slide of his hands, the tease of his fingers, the brush of cool air, the alcohol haze…all combined like a magic potion, drawing her into an erotic fantasyland.

Whatever she’d pulled out of the bag now skated between her legs, cool, slick, and rigid. With his other hand, Isaac covered hers where it rested on the motorcycle’s seat and threaded their fingers while she rocked her hips to his touch. Her need built exponentially, and when he finally slid the toy along the crease of her ass cheeks, she moaned. Sensations exploded through her pelvis. Her sex felt heavy and achy. She needed him inside her. Needed that long shaft of heat she’d had in her mouth filling her body.

“Like the way that feels?” he asked, making smooth, tantalizing circles around the pucker of her ass.

“Makes me…” She couldn’t find the words. Her breathing picked up. Her heartbeat kicked. “Crazy.”

“Good.” He crooned his approval. “I think you’re going to like this.”

“I think I already like this.”

He pressed his face to her neck and took a deep breath. “Do you have any idea how hot you look?” he murmured against her skin. “In nothing but those fuck-me boots?”

An image of what she must look like flashed in her head, heightening the eroticism of the moment.

“You make me so fucking hot.” He skimmed kisses across her shoulders, then bit gently at the same time he breached the pucker of her backside with the toy.

The pressure surprised her. She froze and sucked in a lungful of air, unsure of this route. “Isaac—”

He pulsed the tip of the toy over and over in a slow, smooth glide, and each pass through that tight bud added another layer of pleasure.

“Jesus…” she breathed.

“What about now?” he asked. “Still like it?”

“God, yes.”

He growled approval and released her hand to wrap one arm around her waist. With his chin on her shoulder, he held her tight against him and whispered, “Let’s stretch this tight little ass.”

Little by little, each pass of the toy plunged deeper.

“Make room for my tongue, baby. I’m gonna eat you.”

A little deeper.

“That’s it, take it in.”

A little deeper.

“Rock that ass, baby.”

Ava’s entire pelvis felt full, stretched to the limit. She was on the edge of an orgasm bigger than she could fathom. She followed his every direction, his every suggestion, but still couldn’t find climax.

“You’re shaking,” he said.

“Need…” She exhaled.

“Need what, baby?” he whispered, his ear at her lips. “Tell me what you need.”

“To come.” She closed her eyes and swallowed the shame.

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

Her eyes opened, and irritation flared. “To come, dammit. I need to come.”

Still his hands rubbed lube over her ass, teasing her into insanity. He kissed a path down her spine, took her ass in both hands, and parted her cheeks. Then he crouched and used his tongue in place of the toy.

His mouth explored everywhere, and Ava became a woman she didn’t know. A woman who made sounds more animal than human. Who whimpered and begged and rocked her pussy into the face of a stranger. The heat, the pressure, the velvet stroke of his lips and tongue took over every conscious thought. Her only goal, to find the edge of orgasm and jump.

Then his mouth was gone, the toy was back, and before Ava could stop her brain from spinning, Isaac’s fingers pushed inside her pussy. The pressure was sudden and overwhelming. “Oh…God.”

“Oh God, that’s good?” His voice was at her ear again, his chest at her back, pinning her belly to the seat. “Oh God, don’t stop? Or oh God, too much?”

Ava ground her teeth and rocked her hips, searching for release. “Don’t stop.”

He stroked inside her again and again. “That’s just one finger. How does that feel?”

Her brain couldn’t function drowning in physical pleasure. All she could do was moan.

“Feels good to me. You’re so tight.”

Then he did something inside her. Deep inside her. Pleasure exploded at her core, making her arch and cry out.

“Want more?” His voice was so dark, dripping with an evil, teasing pleasure.

“Y-yes,” she choked out. “Yes, please.”

“Let’s try a two-fingered fit.” He withdrew, then pushed back in.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, he filled her until his knuckles pressed against her body. Ava had to gasp for air. Her throat wanted to close. Sensations swamped her.

“Can you imagine,” he said, his lips brushing her ear, that devilish tone sliding directly into her brain, “my cock in here?”

Ava choked on a groan.

He moved deep inside her, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing until she wanted to crawl out of her skin. “I can’t wait to push inside you. All the way inside you. Then pull out and drive in again.”

He demonstrated with his hand.

“Ah God, yes,” she cried out. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop—”

He hammered his fingers deep into her body, tapping that spot that made her twist and groan and, this time, made her break. The orgasm hit her like a truck, racking her entire body. It stole her air and twisted her muscles. She felt like a rag doll he just kept slamming against a wall, but instead of pain, every hit exploded with pleasure.

She couldn’t focus. Her head swam. Her muscles gave.

Isaac tightened his arm around her waist, keeping Ava from ending up in the dirt again. She leaned into him as she fought to catch her breath and get her bearings. With his arm at her waist, Isaac swung one leg over the seat of his bike, facing backward, and pulled her into his lap.

He cupped her head and dragged her in, kissing her. The press of his lips snapped her back to the moment. Made her realize it was the first time they’d kissed—on the lips. He pushed his other hand into her hair, cradling her head as he stroked his tongue into her mouth. He was practiced and smooth, his kiss seductive even when he already knew he could have her any way he wanted.

Ava kissed him back, breathless and weak. He broke the kiss, gripped her waist, and reclined, resting against the fuel tank. When he released her to pull the condom from his pocket, Ava pressed her hands to his chest for balance. Before she caught her breath, he’d rolled on the condom. He gripped her hips and lifted her over his cock, then guided himself into her with one hand.

The head of his cock stole her breath. With the toy still inside her, his cock felt like an impossible fit. Pressure stretched and stung her sex. Her breath caught. She was about to back off when the head of his cock finally filled her and pleasure washed her pelvis. Ava panted and shivered. She dug her fingers into his sides.

“If I was any other guy from that bar,” he said, his voice quiet and breathless, but somehow still menacing, “I’d fuck you outright. I’d tear into you. No time to adjust, no possibility of fighting back.”

Ava felt drunk. Her head floated. Her body tingled. Isaac’s hands stroked up her sides, then gripped her face hard. The aggressive move startled her.

He pulled her down until she was an inch from his. “No matter what you said, how loud you screamed, they would do whatever they wanted to you. And none of it would bring pleasure.”

She grimaced and closed her eyes. “Okay.” She couldn’t catch her breath. “I get it.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“I could get more graphic if you—”

“Stop.”

“Yeah, that word right there. That word wouldn’t work with anyone in the bar but me. Do you want me to stop?”

She huffed, frustrated beyond words. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him and softened her voice. “Don’t ruin this. Please.”

“I want you to promise me, right here, right now, you will never go back to Grind.”

“I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll never go anywhere with anyone you met there.”

“I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll never fuck another biker. Any other biker.”

“I promise.”

His hold eased. He spent a long, silent, intense moment staring into her eyes. Then he dragged her down and kissed her hard.

Even though they were strangers, even though he was rough and rude, he kissed like a lover. A true lover. With passion and reverence. Like he was here, with her, in the moment. Not back at the office, not with a different woman, not inside his own head.

Isaac broke the kiss with a breathless “Ride me.”

She pushed against his chest, slowly straightening, and sinking even deeper onto his cock. Sensations erupted through her sex, her belly, her chest. Her breath caught.

“Find the muffler pipe with your feet,” he told her. “And use it.”

Ava followed his direction and tested the security of her footing by pushing against the metal. She lifted off his body, easing his cock out of her, just an inch. Even that small movement radiated a pleasure-pain through her body that made her whimper.

She used his chest for balance and looked down into his handsome face as she moved. Sweat glistened on his chest and neck. His expression was fierce and hungry. His hands traveled her body, touching and teasing. All it took was the pressure of his thumb on her clit and Ava climaxed. The orgasm took her by complete surprise and shook her to the core. She cried into the night and fell forward, onto his chest.

Isaac’s hands fisted her hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her, deeply, erotically. He gripped her waist and took over the movements, spurring her on. He slammed her hips down, driving his cock so deep, she felt like she would split in two. The sensation added something new and unfamiliar to the sex, lifting her to orgasm after orgasm until she lost all track of time or place.

“Isaac…” she finally panted when he showed no signs of slowing. “Can’t. No more.”

He growled, curled into a sit-up, and captured her mouth in a hard kiss. His hands stroked over her back, around her belly, up her chest. His thumbs stroked across her nipples, and his palms caressed and squeezed. Ava turned her head to escape his mouth and pull in air. He gripped her waist as he kissed and nipped a path over her neck, down her chest, to her breast.

And while he had her back arched, her nipple between his teeth, he pumped his hips, driving his cock hard and deep until he made a liar out of her and another orgasm ripped through her body. Her moans drowned beneath the sound of Isaac’s own pleasure. Ava was still shaking when Isaac’s release hit. He buried his face against her neck and uttered guttural curses against her skin.

And when he lingered there, one arm tight at her waist, the other combing through her hair, his hot breath prickling her skin, Ava smiled and silently thanked the universe for Matthew’s idiocy.