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.”

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.