The small contact has my cock leaking, and my balls screaming to fill her up.
She wiggles in her seat, and I bite back a moan.
“Baby, you keep wiggling like that and we will not make it anywhere to eat,” I call to her.
Her hands tighten on my stomach.
“Maybe I will be okay with that.” Her voice is low, and full of the fucking promise of a good time.
I turn to face her, and she leans back to give me space. We look at each other for a few seconds, something passing between us. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I picture those lips wrapped around my dick, while I tweak her nipple.
“You okay to go to the clubhouse? I have my own room there.”
Her chest expands and she nods.
“Yes.”
“Fucking A. hold on, this will be fucking fast.” I start up my bike and we ride off.
Checking around the street, I see that it is safe to pull off and I gun it. Stevie squeals in my ear, her voice filled with excitement. She whoops and laughs loudly, making me smile.
With her behind me on my bike—something I’d always said was only for my Ol’ Lady—it just feels right, like she was always meant to be there. Maybe it’s too soon, but it doesn’t feel that way. With the wind whipping around us as we ride, it feels freeing. The scenery rushing past us, the sound of the cars honking their horns at me, the smell of the car fumes, it is all soothing. Strange I know, but it is. Anything to do with the open road I fucking love.
It is why I love racing so much.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I acknowledge the prospect, and he opens the gates. Stevie’s arms tighten around me, her thighstoo, showing her sudden nerves. With one hand I rub her thigh, hopefully letting her know that she is safe here, with me.
Reversing into my spot, I shut down my bike and dismount. Removing my helmet, I catch Stevie looking around the front yard of the club. She takes in the playground set off to the side for Target’s twins, then looks further back, into the club’s garage, where I see some of the brothers still working, but I can see that they have clocked us.
“Oh, our little Logie bear has grown up, brothers. He has brought a friend home,” Savage calls out.
I flip the cunt off, and help Stevie off my bike.
“You okay?” I ask with a smile.
“That was freaking awesome.” Excitement fills her tone, her smile bright and wide.
I take in her pink cheeks, and her hair is a little rough from wearing the helmet but fuck, she looks good enough to eat. Plus, she is about to get more of that fucked look when I get her alone.
“Come on. Let’s go to my room, I am not sure my dick can take much more of being confined in my jeans.”
“Um, Logan.” She looks at me, with uncertainly in her eyes.
Her cheeks redden, and I worry that I have pushed her too far.
“What is it? You can tell me; you are safe here and we will not do anything you are not ready for.”
She looks around, before bringing her eyes back to me, her teeth nibbling at her lip.
“I am a virgin,” she rushes out.
Dropping her gaze to the ground, I lose the ability to speak, or fucking think for a split second.
A virgin.
How? She is fucking sexy, sweet, and amazing.
How has no other fucker been inside of her before?
