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They could barely keep their hands off of each other on the ride home. As soon as Ryan and Mona made it inside and shut the front door to the house behind them, they started kissing each other deeply. He held her, back pressed against the door and they made out, tongues getting reacquainted with each other, before he finally swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs to their shared bed.
The way her body responded to him was astounding, and as he slid inside her, she knew he’d never want to be with anyone else. Mona’s legs locked around his waist as he hilted himself inside her velvety wetness, pulsing against her most sensitive place as he planted soft kisses on her neck and breasts. It was hard for him to pace himself at first, what with the fervor of the alcohol still running through his veins, but Mona locked her thighs around him and bucked her hips in time with his strokes, keeping his motion from breaking the slow and steady rhythm that brought her cries to a high-pitched frenzy.
After that, she flipped him over onto his back and braced herself on the thick muscle of his chest. Ryan was mesmerized by the way her body moved smoothly as he pushed his hips upward, her ecstasy written in the lines of her body and the melodious notes of her moans. She looked like a living work of art, her eyes sparkling with joy and need as she lowered her hips down the rigid length of his shaft. Ryan’s body was shivering with pleasure beneath her, his hands moving to cup her small breasts and pinch her erect nipples until her cries started to get higher and more breathless. Her energy seemed boundless, her strokes were fast and rhythmic—and she soon brought both of them to a screaming, spine-tingling orgasm that was quickly becoming the norm. Both of them would be more than happy to get used to this norm.
Mona slumped forward as his hands slipped down her back, his legs tensing as his pleasure neared its peak. Her lips covered his, and she pulled back to look at him just as her walls started to clench and spasm around his slick shaft. Ryan exploded inside her, and his vision had nearly faded to black as his body finally stilled underneath her, his breathing ragged and shallow.
Mona slid off him and started laughing. It took a while before Ryan’s breathing had steadied enough for him to ask what she was laughing about.
Smiling at him and resting her head against the tops of her knees as she held her bent legs up towards herself, she gazed at him with all the bliss the world could possibly contain. “I’m so glad you asked me out,” she said simply. Her tone sounded like she wanted to say more.
Ryan smiled so wide his cheeks started to hurt. “Is that so? You’re glad I asked you out?”
Mona nodded and kissed his cheek. “Ecstatic.”
She got out of bed and wrapped one of the white sheets around herself before heading out of the bedroom. Ryan put his boxers back on and followed her curiously. They padded down the hardwood stairs and went into the kitchen. He thought at first that she might be planning a snack before bed, but instead she opened the door to the garage.
Cautiously, Mona went down the steps. They were less smooth and safe for uncovered feet due to the fact that they were built of unsanded wood and there was a chance of nails jutting out from them. Benny had added the garage steps onto the house, and he was not exactly a carpenter.
Ryan flipped the light switch on and she jumped a little before turning around and smiling at him. He smiled back. “Hi.”
“Hello.”
They walked down to The Duke together and Mona gently touched its shiny teal frame. “While it was gone, it was like he was gone, you know?”
Ryan nodded slightly. “But it wasn’t really gone. And neither is he. You’ve done good, kid. Everything is going to be fine now. You’ll see. I think the Running Hill Riders have finally turned a corner towards getting back on track.”
She tilted her head a bit, gazing at her father’s bike. Then she shook her head. “Not yet. There’s still something I have to do before things will really get back to normal.”
Slowly, she straddled the motorcycle and lay down atop it as though she was hugging it. She closed her eyes. “We need to find a way to be more inclusive. I don’t want anyone to be out of the loop again for so long, just because they got hurt. That’s a rotten way to run things. No offense, Dad.”
Ryan chuckled a little. “Being out of the loop wasn’t so bad. It would have broken my heart to hear about everything and not be able to participate.”
Mona sat up and smiled at him a little. “That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about finding a way to have our injured riders in attendance at least. After all, wheelchairs still have wheels.”
Ryan wasn’t quite sure what she was saying. Was she planning to start racing players in wheelchairs? “This doesn’t sound safe…”
She laughed. “It would be perfectly safe. They could work the merch table or control the numbering system. Just because you’re in a wheelchair or a neck brace doesn’t mean you can’t do anything anymore. I know I still want Weasel around.”
He thought about it. “I don’t know. It might scare people who come to see us race.”
She shrugged. “It would be a silent warning about the fact that there are risks.” She got up off the bike then and wandered back to the steps before turning her head towards Ryan. “Are you coming, vice president? Or need I conduct everything entirely by myself?”
Laughing, Ryan followed her. “Hey! Who got your bike back?”