“Let me get this straight. You’re notaskingme to go with you—you’retellingme.”
“Yeah. We’re wasting time. You can put your purse in my saddlebags.”
Ellie gently pushed her arm. “Go on. We can handle things in the store.”
Giving Goldie a half smile, she shook her head. “All right. You win. I’ll go get my purse.”
When she came back out, Ellie told her that Goldie was waiting for her outside. His metallic silver bike glimmered in the sunlight, and he looked so badass leaning against it. The flirty smiles from the women who passed by him didn’t go unnoticed by Hailey, but he didn’t pay any attention to them; his eyes were fixed on her as she approached him.
“You look too sexy with your Harley. All the women want to climb on behind you and wrap their arms around you,” she said as she handed him her purse.
He curled his arm around her and drew her to him. “You’re the only one I want on the back of my bike,” he whispered in her ear, then nibbled her neck.
She chuckled and planted a kiss on his soft lips. She’d never get tired of kissing him. He was hands down the best kisser. The way he held her and the intensity he gave to each kiss blew her mind. She figured he’d had a lot of practice with a bunch of women, but she didn’t like to think about them. Especially the women who lived at the clubhouse. Sometimes it gnawed at her, so it was better to push it away and pretend they didn’t exist.
“Climb on,” he said.
When they’d gone to Dolores Canyon a few weeks back, she’d been petrified of his motorcycle. It was so big and there was nothing around her to make her feel safe. All sorts of graphic scenarios played in her mind as she settled herself behind him. At first it was damn scary, but as they rode, she let her body relax and move with the rhythm of the bike. The feel of the powerful engine vibrating beneath her made her admire the way Goldie maneuvered the bike around the curves. The landscape and the smells of the pines, the earth, and the rippling creek hugged her in a way she’d never experienced before. It was like she was part of the scenery and it was part of her, and it gave her an incredible sense of freedom. And holding on to Goldie, her front pressed against his back, her hands clinging to his tight stomach made her horny, which surprised the hell out of her.
After their outing, all she wanted to do was climb back on his Harley and hold him tight, melding her body with his as he rode into the great expanse.
She eagerly settled behind him outside the flower shop and placed her arms around his waist. When the bike jumped to life, a single shiver of excitement bolted through her, and they took off.
The ride to the Iron Horse Saloon was a short twenty-minute one, but he’d promised a longer ride after they had something to eat. Inside the roadhouse, several older bikers lining the bar checked her out as she followed Goldie to a table on the back patio. They were the only ones on the patio, and Goldie moved the umbrella to shield the sun from their faces. The lush foliage, the random smattering of wildflowers, and the full pine and evergreen trees surrounded them. In the distance, a rush of water echoed.
“It’s pretty and so calming up here,” she said, watching a few iridescent dragonflies skipping over the bushes.
“I love it up here. It’s close to town, but it feels like we’re in another place.” Goldie dragged her chair closer to him. “Now, give me your lips.”
Tingles skated over her skin as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply as she grabbed his hair and pulled it. Moaning softly, her tongue danced with his, her nipples hardening when he brushed his thumb across them over and over. With each swipe over her aching buds, her arousal surged through her senses, landing at the opening between her legs. She slipped his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked it, then bit down as her passion escalated.
“Fuck, Hailey.” With his hand tangled in her hair, he yanked her head back and kissed her hard. “You’re irresistible,” he rasped. Parting her lips, their tongues entwined as he placed his hand over her breast, his finger stroking the very tip of her nipple.
She squirmed and moaned under his touch, his lingering kiss dampening her panties and making her clench her legs together. The firmer and wetter he kissed her, the more it drove her wild with desire. She craved to ride him while his thick cock was deep inside her.
“Do you know how fuckin’ sexy you are?” he said against her lips.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she breathed.
“I like that.” His low chuckle rumbled in her ears, and then his lips were back to doing wickedly delicious things to hers. “I can’t stop kissing you,” he whispered.
Someone clearing his throat made Hailey pull away. A tall, bearded man in a black shirt and jeans held a notepad and a pen. “How’s it going, dude?” he said to Goldie.
“Good, bro.”
“I’m guessin’ you’re not gonna start any fights, right?”
Goldie laughed. “Nah. I’m in a good mood.” He squeezed Hailey flush to him.
“I can see that. You guys want something to drink and eat?”
“A Coors for me.” He looked at Hailey. “What do you want?”
“A peach margarita,” she said, to which Goldie and the waiter busted out laughing. “Is it an inside joke?” she asked.
Goldie smoothed her hair back. “This is a biker bar. Margaritas aren’t on the list. Beer and hard liquor are what’s available.”
“Okay. I guess I’ll have a White Russian.” Goldie and the waiter shook their heads. “You don’t have that either,” she said out loud. “Bring me a Coke with a couple of slices of lemon.”
