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They moved closer together with each word, finishing each other’s thoughts, lost in each other’s eyes, slowly giving in to the gravitational pull that drew them undeniably together. Piper felt the thrill, the same thrill as at the start of the street bike race, but now it was sparking energy from her lips down her spine and between her legs as her arms slid around Pony’s waist and her eyes fluttered closed as the two of them came together in a kiss.
Slow, at first almost reluctant, that kiss, but it quickly spiraled in intensity, going from unsure and tentative to vigorous and passionate in the space of a second. Her hands grabbed him hard around the small of his back, digging into the firm muscles there as he pressed up against her.
Her mind was spinning out of control, the whole world tilting and leaning and threatening to fly off course. Mixed with her wild, mounting desires were the lingering, persistent warning voices telling her to stop this now, stop before it really got out of control.
Madness. This was madness. She knew it, knew she should fight against this with everything she had. She was a cop. He was an outlaw. Nothing about this could end well.
Who was she kidding? This was why she’d come here. This was what she’d wanted all along. Ever since she’d stepped foot in the MC clubhouse, and seen Pony, she’d wanted this moment. Now her body was full-on aching for him and she couldn’t hope to deny herself any longer.
Her hands slid down to his ass and pressed in hard, pushing him against her, and she felt his arms grip her more tightly as he, too, lost himself to his arousal. Already his cock was getting hard; she could feel it rising up quickly to press against her, right where she wanted it, and now she felt like she couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough.
With desperate hands, she clawed off her shirt while Pony did the same. Then, her hands were on him, fumbling with his jeans, dropping to her knees to rip them down and off of him.
He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his erection sprang out at her, hard and thick and perfect. It was right there, right in her face, and she took it in her mouth, sliding her head up and down the shaft, drawing a quick gasp of pleasure out of Pony.
Then, he was pulling her up to her feet and carrying her across the room, into the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. Piper struggled out of her pants as quickly as her wild hands could make it happen, as Pony climbed onto the bed and over top of her.
At last, he slid inside of her, and her eyes glazed over with pleasure as his shaft ran all the way within her to the hilt. Hebegan thrusting on top of her, her hips rising up to meet him with each movement, her legs wrapped around him, urging him in further, further.
Everything else was gone, now. The whole world was her gasps and her thumping heart and her waves of pleasure, rising and rising as they pressed themselves together, building up like a cresting tidal wave. Then, the wave peaked, and crashed down, bringing out cries of ecstasy from both of the lovers as they shuddered out their orgasms, clinging to each other as they shook and trembled in a complete loss of control to their animal impulses.
Then, they wound down, Piper still lost in a post-orgasmic haze while Pony’s body began to relax and go limp on top of her. He made a move to pull himself out of her, and she held him in, wanting to keep him inside her for a little while longer.
After that, completely spent, finally calm for the first time she could remember, she slipped into slumber, with Pony’s heart beating next to hers.
The next morning, she woke up feeling right and rested for the first time in a long time. Pony seemed the same, smiling and laughing and trading dumb little small talk with her for long after they’d woken.
The real world didn’t exist for that time. There was no FBI, no MC, no reason to be anything other than Piper and Pony, lying naked under the sheets in each other’s arms.
“What happened here?” Pony asked, using his fingertip to draw a circle around the bruise on her chest left by the bullet that had hit her vest.
“That,” Piper said, pulled out of the warm and fuzzy feelings like someone had just splashed her with cold water. “Uh, that’s… that was one of the guys at Krav Maga practice, getting a little too revved up.”
“That was a punch?”
“Yep.”
“Do I need to talk to this guy?”
“I can handle myself.”
“Clearly.”
He threw off the sheets, got up and out of the bed, which gave her a few seconds to admire every naked inch of him before he slid a pair of jeans on.
“You in a rush?” she said. She’d been hoping to stay in this moment a little later, in this fantasy where the outside world didn’t exist and she and Pony could just be.
“Got to get moving,” Pony said. “Some big meeting at the MC today.”
“The MC,” Piper said.
“Something wrong?”
“I just… I need to know who I’m getting involved with, here, you know?” Piper said.
Pony frowned. “What do you mean?”
What did she mean? Piper had to walk a fine line, here. Yes, she needed information as an FBI agent, but more so, she needed it as a woman, a woman who needed to know exactly who her man was before she could figure out how to move forward with him. So, strangely enough, it was looking like honesty was going to be the best policy, at least for a little while.
