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Mona drove in her Mini, making sure that Ryan and his black Harley stayed in her mirror at all times. She had a giddy, school girl sort of feeling about inviting this gorgeous man back to her house, even though she’d extended the invitation with the purest of intentions.
At the time, anyway.
As soon as she’d pulled into her driveway and watched as Ryan parked his motorcycle beside her Mini, she smiled at him. “Follow me.”
He unfastened his helmet and placed it into the storage compartment on his bike. As he followed her up to the front door and into the house, he gave her looks of curiosity and confusion. “I can’t tell if you’re about to tell me a huge secret or if you’re planning to murder me,” he joked.
Mona laughed. “No, silly. I just wanted to show you this.” She opened up the garage door off of her kitchen and walked down four steps before standing beside the sparkly old Duke. She gestured towards it with her arms outstretched as though she was presenting a prize on a game show. “Tada!”
“Whoa,” Ryan said, coming towards The Duke but too reverent to dare touch it. “You have The Duke? I mean, of course you do. It makes sense that you’d be the one that got it. It’s just…”
“It’s just that I don’t ride motorcycles,” Mona finished for him. “But your proposition got me thinking. I have this motorcycle anyway. I just don’t know how to ride it… I’d hate to crash or even ding it. But I thought that maybe you could show me how to handle it?”
He looked into her eyes. She could tell that he was touched by her saying that he would be the best teacher for her. Suddenly, instead of saying anything, he had his arms around her.
Ryan hugged Mona’s lithe frame to his body and kissed her for a full minute, though it felt like no time at all. She looked slimmer and her skin was a little more pale than usual, but her smile was as earnest and dazzling as it had always been. After they got over their giddiness—which took quite a few wordless minutes filled with urgent, breathless kisses—he said, “I would be happy to show you the ropes.”
She blushed, smiling shyly at him. “I never knew you liked me like that…”
Unless she was crazy, Ryan was blushing slightly as well. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” he replied. “But you’ve been so supportive of me over the years, Mona. So caring. I want to be that for you. I would love to help you with this, and with anything else you need.”
Gazing into his beguiling green-blue eyes, Mona kissed him again. It was a sweet, little kiss. After all, this was her school girl fantasy coming to life. “You’ve always been the strong, tough guy among the club members,” she said, batting her lashes flirtatiously. “Are you going soft on me now, Kirby?”
Ryan smiled and pulled her close, whispering into her ear. “I’ve always been soft for you, Myers.”
Mona burst into laughter, and Ryan felt heat rush to his cheeks. “Wait! I meant—”
“I know what you meant,” Mona said, chuckling. “And that’s not true, at all.” She pressed her hips against his and gasped softly. “Especially not right now.”
His cheeks were bright red, but he made himself gaze into Mona’s deep blue eyes. “No. I guess I’m not letting you down that way, huh?”
“No, you aren’t.”
They gazed at each other a moment longer, and then Mona smiled wide.
“What?”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she pulled away and took off her leather jacket, tossing it over the handlebars of her dad’s prized motorcycle. She was wearing a black tank top, and it clung to her firm waist and the heavy swell of her breasts, her nipples poking through the soft fabric like an invitation to reveal them. His eyes dropped to her hands, and his heart started to pound when he realized she was wiggling out of her jeans.
“Mona!”
“Ryan,” Mona responded, and her voice was so full of need that he took a few steps forward, looking over his shoulder nervously as she turned around and placed her hands against the wall of the house’s garage. They were alone in the house, amongst Benny’s most prized possessions. Hell, Mona was Benny’s most prized possession! He’d kill Ryan if he wasn’t dead…
She turned her head and smiled coyly as he finally moved to stand behind her, the front of his jeans stretched tight by his erection.
“Please? I’ve finally got you alone with me. Let’s do something a little naughty.”
“A little?”
“A lot,” Mona allowed, waving her round behind in his direction. “Please, Ryan? And then we’ll go upstairs and do it in bed.”
Ryan laughed and started to unzip his jeans, relishing the heat that rushed to Mona’s eyes when he pulled out his rigid shaft. He slipped her briefs off and pocketed them before steadying her waist and leaning forward to nestle himself between the curve of her cheeks. Mona shivered and arched her back, closing her eyes as Ryan pressed the head of his member against her soft, wet opening.
“I love you,” Mona said quietly, looking back at him as he pushed himself inside her from behind. She gasped as he filled her walls, and Ryan gripped her waist as slow waves of pleasure started to roll through his body.
“I love you, too,” he whispered in her ear. The sensation of her tightness wrapping around him was so intense that he couldn’t keep himself quiet, and his words came louder than he meant them. “I never thought I’d find out this way...”
Mona was pushing her hips back against him to meet his strokes, making small noises of pleasure as his head pressed against her sensitive G-spot. He slipped his hands under her shirt and cupped her full breasts, delighting in the low moan he drew from his lover’s lips and he pulled and twisted on her nipples.
“Ryan!” his name sounded like an incantation on her lips, and it sent a bolt of electricity through him, wrapping his muscles in a sweet, sizzling heat that deepened his pleasure. He threw himself against her harder, pushing his length as deep within her walls as her body would allow. “Faster! Faster!”
Ryan wrapped his arms around Mona’s waist and held her against him as tightly as he could. She took one of his hands and placed it on the swollen nub of her clit, and as he massaged it, her breath quickened and started to come in soft shrieks. Mona grinded her hips against his harder and harder, driven to desperation by the ecstasy flooding her body as Ryan slammed into her in perfect rhythm again and again.
“Oh my God! Baby, I’m coming!” she shouted, as Ryan felt himself reach his peak simultaneously and with mind-shattering force; his long, thick shaft exploded deep inside Mona’s wetness, just as she spasmed, gripping every inch of his thickness tightly, as they both fought to remain standing. They stood together for a moment, then the sound of a car in the street outside the garage startled them apart, and they dressed quickly in their embarrassment, the headiness of the explosive sex they just had still fresh in their minds.
They’d both wanted it, clearly. And now that it had actually happened, Mona felt like pinching herself to be sure that it all hadn’t been a hot dream.
“Wow,” she said as she zipped her pants. “Just as good as I always imagined.”
“You always imagined that?” Ryan asked, feigning surprise. “But…You never told me.”
She laughed. “You never asked.”
Ryan gasped as though she had just said the most mystically baffling thing in the world, and they both burst into laughter.