Hawk
Her tight, soaked pussy had clamped around my cock and milked me dry for the third time in three hours. Yeah, I’d wanted to claim her puckered rosebud hole before night’s end, but her greedy cunt was like the sweetest drug to my system. Couldn’t fucking get enough. And the mewling sounds coming from her full, parted lips and the wildness in her eyes as she came…
Fuck.
I shifted on my Harley as she clung to my back, her hands in constant movement sculpting my abs and chest as I drove her to her hotel at the ass-crack of dawn. I’d never acted so spontaneous and devil-may-care-ish in my life.
She was no man’s old lady, though. Free as a bird and seemed to want me just as much as I did her. A fucking nympho, and I’d told her so. She’d claimed to have these urges on occasion that no one had been able to satiate—until me.
I grinned like a fucking fool. Mad lust … mad everything. Jonny was going to ask what the fuck I’d gotten into, and I didn’t have the words to explain what I felt. The dizzying effect of Janie on my brain, the way she overrode all common sense, the way her life literally brightened mine.
No fucking way was I letting her go.
My grin remained as I pulled into her hotel’s parking lot.
She hopped off, her gaze flitting around the parking lot and dozens of parked bikes. “See you outside One-Eyed Jacks at noon?”
I nodded in agreement to the plans we’d made before crawling out of bed a half-hour earlier.
Smiling and walking backward, she fluttered her fingers. See you, she mouthed, and I pulled back out of the parking lot, feeling as though I’d left my heart in her hands.
I returned to my hotel, set my phone’s alarm for eleven-thirty, and crashed—a smile still plastered on my face even though I didn’t even know her last name.
****
Skin-tight jeans plastered to Janie’s legs, heeled boots made her at least three inches taller, and a jade-green tank brought out the green in her eyes. A baseball cap pulled low on her brow, her hair in a thick braid over her shoulder—fisted in her hand as she stood fidgeting in front of One-Eyed Jacks. Her face lit up, and she dropped her hand from her hair as I rolled past her on my bike and our gazes collided.
Once I found a place to park, I strolled back toward her, grinning like a fool. “Hey.”
“Hey back,” she said as I stepped into her personal space but didn’t touch her rocking body.
“You look so good, I want to fuck you right here, polo-shirted police asshole over there be damned.”
She giggled, glancing at the rent-a-cop. “Pretty sure we could find a dark corner or a bathroom somewhere.”
“Naughty, naughty girl.”
Purring under her breath and running her hand up over my pecs, she leaned into me. “You have no idea.”
I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. “Ready to ride?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Yes.”
“Let’s go.”
Hand firmly clasped in mine, she followed the short distance to my bike. Sure, I would have loved nothing better than to go back to the hotel and fuck until we passed out, but I wanted to get to know Janie better. Burrow into her brain and not just her body. See if there was common enough ground to build that something I hoped I’d found.
She’d turned her baseball cap backwards and clung to me as we rolled up Route 90, the wind and warmth bringing the comfort of home as my Harley rumbled under us. Her fingertips traced the muscles of my upper body under my t-shirt, and my fucking cock throbbed. No way in hell we’d make the scenic loop I had planned without fucking her in the woods somewhere.
Once in Spearfish and heading south down the canyon highway, I slowed down and enjoyed the towering ponderosa pines growing out of solid rock and the limestone walls rising around us. Dozens of bikers had fled Sturgis as well, enjoying the wildness of the Black Hills.
I headed up into Deadwood, and we stopped at Hickok’s for a cheeseburger. Settled into a black barstool and beer ordered, I filled my eyes with the woman who’d been driving me insane since first seeing her.
She’d left her hat with the bike, and her red-brown braid hung to the middle of her back. Sunglasses propped on the top of her head held back the wisps of hair the wind had pulled loose in the wind. Pink tinged her cheeks, and as usual, a smile twinkled in her eyes.
“So, what do you think so far?” I asked her as the bartender set our drinks in front of us.
“It’s so beautiful out here. Wish I’d come out sooner rather than just chatting about it with Tasha and Lori.”
“Perfect timing, if you ask me.” Slot machines behind us dinged and clinked with coins along with the din of players and other diners, but I couldn’t pull my focus from Janie if I’d tried.
Her phone chimed, and she pulled it from her back pocket. A slight frown furrowed her brow as she read the message and replied, her fingers flying over the screen.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she murmured, but her voice didn’t convince me.
“Running off with some strange biker … I’d be scared for you, too.”
Her head jerked up. “Who said anyone’s scared?”
I shrugged and took a swig of my beer. “If your friends were any friends at all, they would be.”
“Anyway.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket and gave me a look that shot the blood straight to my dick. “Where we headed next?”
“Rushmore.”
“I’d rather find a room somewhere.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “No rooms available around here for miles.”
“There’s plenty of woods around here…”
“Waiting will make it even better.” I told her what I’d been telling myself the past hour.
She blew a heavy breath between her lips. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
“Rushmore so you can say you’ve been there, then we’ll head back to Sturgis.” That damn gleam lit in her eyes again, and I groaned into my beer. “You’re like the worst drug, you know? I’ve gone too long without a hit.”
Janie leaned toward me, her warm breath against my ear. “I’m wet and willing…”
“Christ.” My fingers tightened around my beer, but I wanted to build, not just fuck. “You know, I don’t even know your last name.”
She laughed and sat back in her chair to grab her Coke. “Kincade. You?”
“Richards.”
“Robin Richards,” she murmured, her lips smiling against the rim of her glass.
“Hawk.”
She giggled around her mouthful of soda, and I scowled.
“I told you my real name in confidence.”
Her laughter continued, and I found myself smiling along. For a woman to change my mood like a light switch, she could damn well call me whatever the hell she wanted.